Isla
Her name doesn't ring a bell, because Remi hadn't said it at the time, but her title - Madame of the Halenani - seals it in the medic's mind. It is lucky that Isla is renowned for being unflappable and that she's currently in a very happy relationship with someone who isn't Remi, and her smile doesn't so much as flicker. She shakes hands after washing them given that she's just been tending to a patient, before following Maeve into the front room of the clinic.
"I can imagine it is," she says softly of the Halenani. "Was it the monsoon, that caused the damage?" she asks, glancing around at the small marks that evidence the almost-fire in the Wren Society. "And you wouldn't happen to know what happened here, would you?"
A cursory glance around the room shows no new patients to see, and she returns her pebble blues to the Madame's face. "Yes, I am." She smiles. "I run the infirmary in the Hollowed Grounds, and I was a field medic before that."
"I can imagine it is," she says softly of the Halenani. "Was it the monsoon, that caused the damage?" she asks, glancing around at the small marks that evidence the almost-fire in the Wren Society. "And you wouldn't happen to know what happened here, would you?"
A cursory glance around the room shows no new patients to see, and she returns her pebble blues to the Madame's face. "Yes, I am." She smiles. "I run the infirmary in the Hollowed Grounds, and I was a field medic before that."
sooner or later, we all have to wake
and try forgetting everything
and try forgetting everything
