there's no place like it

Isla

It's almost sad, the way she's used to the topography of Sunjata's body just because of how many times she's had to bandage his cuts and treat his bruises and stitch up his wounds. Pausing only to add the last of the tincture to his water so it might keep numbing his throat, Isla works efficiently enough. She disinfects and presses dressings to any burns that need it, cleaning out nicks and cuts and ailments as well. There isn't much she can do for the bruises, but ensures there's a strong painkiller mixed in with the sedative she plans to give him.

"Oh? I can do that," she says with a small smile, switching out a few ingredients and beginning to grind them into a fine powder. "Are you going to sleep here? I can stay, if you like. There are enough hands at the infirmary to cover everything until you wake up." With the sedative finished, she offers it out for him to add to whatever drink he likes.

I'll take a bruise, I know you're worth it
When you hit me, hit me hard