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“I couldn’t possibly comment, Edy,” Isla says mildly, cleaning up her desk and surreptitiously checking that her fellow Ascended hasn’t squirrelled away the scalpel she’d been fencing with, before raising her eyebrows across at her. The Rapacious is dark and mischievous and all sorts of crude - perhaps frightening wasn’t the right phrase, but intimidating as hell probably covered it off quite nicely. Still, Edrei’s antics only draw a secret smile from Isla, and she moves to join her by sitting on the arm of one of the chairs. “If it’s within the realms of a medical exam or any help I can provide you as a doctor, then of course I am offering,” she informs her, her smile growing by degrees. “In any other capacity, though? I couldn’t possibly comment.” And now the smile’s a grin. “How are you, Edy?” ISLA pray for me pray to me