Isla
The stranger shoots up but offers very little other than the message she had mentioned, and Isla finds herself blinking down at the letter and tilting her head before opening it up. She reads it in front of Aurelia, absorbing the information quickly at first, at a skim, but even that is enough to have her brows furrowing. It's... well, it's a lot, and she's glad it's a letter, because this is the sort of thing Isla feels like she'll need to make a mind map about.
"Uh... so you are Aurelia?" she assumes, lifting her gaze at last and moving to fold the letter and tuck it away in her medical coat. "I think it is better if we speak in my office." Gesturing for the other woman to follow her, Isla leads them quickly through the infirmary and in through a door towards the back of the space. It's still a stark, empty space compared to what it was, containing little more than a desk, a couple of chairs, and a cabinet of files, but she gestures for Aurelia to sit if she likes nonetheless.
"You were sent this letter from Stormbreak...?" she guesses. "How do you know Wessex?"
"Uh... so you are Aurelia?" she assumes, lifting her gaze at last and moving to fold the letter and tuck it away in her medical coat. "I think it is better if we speak in my office." Gesturing for the other woman to follow her, Isla leads them quickly through the infirmary and in through a door towards the back of the space. It's still a stark, empty space compared to what it was, containing little more than a desk, a couple of chairs, and a cabinet of files, but she gestures for Aurelia to sit if she likes nonetheless.
"You were sent this letter from Stormbreak...?" she guesses. "How do you know Wessex?"
sooner or later, we all have to wake
and try forgetting everything
and try forgetting everything
