Isla
Isla winces in sympathy to hear about everything that had befallen the Halenani, the doctor letting out a sigh that she doesn't need, but that feels nonetheless necessary. "I am sorry to hear that - I know the feeling, having to start from scratch. Sort of, anyway." A feeling that becomes ever more uncomfortable when Maeve explains what happened to the Wren Society and the Slagveld, Isla pausing and furrowing her brow. "My infirmary was recently set on fire as well," she confesses. "That is... worrying. I wonder if it was at the same time..." And if it was, what did that imply?
Luckily, Maeve's curiosity draws Isla out of herself a bit, the medic flashing her a polite smile. "I should hope so," she says. "I provided first aid and field surgery in active warzones. If you'd like to learn, I would be more than happy to teach you. It sounds as though you have a lot of the basics down already."
Luckily, Maeve's curiosity draws Isla out of herself a bit, the medic flashing her a polite smile. "I should hope so," she says. "I provided first aid and field surgery in active warzones. If you'd like to learn, I would be more than happy to teach you. It sounds as though you have a lot of the basics down already."
sooner or later, we all have to wake
and try forgetting everything
and try forgetting everything
