Isla
"Oh, no - I was just restocking the supplies cupboard," Isla says with a smile. "I don't have any patients scheduled until later on, but obviously if there's an emergency in the meantime, you might have to excuse me." She's sure Sam will understand, and her smile only grows as she watches him step up on his tip toes. "I don't think we are able to still grow, but I imagine the Voice would definitely give you something if you wanted to tower over everyone. Perhaps cranks in your legs, or springs?"
She can't stop from sounding whimsical about it all, even though it would likely be quite an unpleasant process if the Voice were to attempt such a thing. Perhaps Isla could try...? It's a good thing that Sam gets her attention before she can get too wrapped up in the thought process, Isla blinking herself back into the here and now and raising her eyebrows. "Yes, of course. Let's go to my office - it's a bit quieter."
Leading them through the infirmary to the cosy (and comparatively dark) office at the back, she gestures for Sam to take a seat in one of the armchairs. "What's on your mind?"
She can't stop from sounding whimsical about it all, even though it would likely be quite an unpleasant process if the Voice were to attempt such a thing. Perhaps Isla could try...? It's a good thing that Sam gets her attention before she can get too wrapped up in the thought process, Isla blinking herself back into the here and now and raising her eyebrows. "Yes, of course. Let's go to my office - it's a bit quieter."
Leading them through the infirmary to the cosy (and comparatively dark) office at the back, she gestures for Sam to take a seat in one of the armchairs. "What's on your mind?"
sooner or later, we all have to wake
and try forgetting everything
and try forgetting everything
