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"Well, that's all the more reason to keep it up and running," Isla says of the Vlamvloed with a soft smile. "I bet you'd have plenty of people willing to help you out. We've actually had quite a few visitors to the Grounds lately. It's been... nice, actually." And she's paranoid and suspicious about it, but that doesn't make it any less nice. "It would be good to have some place for them to get some food and drink, and to stay if they need to." She steps away from him for a second to look up at him, as if taking his question very seriously. "Well, we'll have to work on your bedside manner. Press down that raised eyebrow, maybe, and replace it with some etiquette. And maybe you need a wash and a change of clothes, but there's potential." With amusement dancing in her pebble blues, she turns once more to lead the way towards the infirmary. "That's the spirit!" she trills. ISLA when it's just the two of us, only the two of us, I could die