Time marched on, as was its way, and Isla had settled into the throes of Deepfrost with a surprising ease. Without feeling the chill enough to bother her, she was as active and capable as ever, working to make the Infirmary as ready as it could be against the coming LongNight. In fact, she even had a chance at some downtime, and while she'd have loved to take her books with her to the Atheneum, the risk of an emergency was too great to leave.
So when Jigano's voice echoed through to her study, an unusual twang of panic in it, she was on her feet in moments. "I'm here," she called, stepping through the ward on quick and silent feet, hurrying to the waiting area to see to him. The Loreseeker's pin sparkled brightly in the light of the lanterns where she wore it upon her tunic, and she was still bundling her hair up into a tail as she spotted him.
"What's happened? Urgent is my forte."
So when Jigano's voice echoed through to her study, an unusual twang of panic in it, she was on her feet in moments. "I'm here," she called, stepping through the ward on quick and silent feet, hurrying to the waiting area to see to him. The Loreseeker's pin sparkled brightly in the light of the lanterns where she wore it upon her tunic, and she was still bundling her hair up into a tail as she spotted him.
"What's happened? Urgent is my forte."
