the pause between breathing

Despite the fact that the infirmary is officially back up and running, there is a helluva lot to do. From copying patient records, sterilising new equipment, ensuring all surgical tools are present and accounted for, it's a good thing that Isla doesn't need to sleep, because she'd absolutely not have the time. She's leaving the Temple once again in the dead of night after checking her overnight patients will be alright, a refreshing breeze ruffling through her hair as she sets off home. Whether Varus will be there or not when she arrives is another surprise she's looking forward to uncovering. The soldier and the medic hardly live in each other's pockets, especially with how demanding her job is most of the time, though she does feel a little thrill of anticipation that he might already be there when she gets back. Such is the perks of a relationship, she supposes, and the thought brings a soft smile to her lips as she strolls through the domiciles. Isla the flesh is weak