[PQ] a space in between

Used to running an infirmary, Isla doesn't panic at least upon realising that one of her volunteers is going rogue, and she gathers them all in a quick huddle to go over the diagram before letting them back at the frames. Smiling to see it going to plan, she even has time to pop her head out through one of the window gaps to call a "Cooee!" and wave to Morgen. Then it's back to work, Isla testing out Sunjata's new stairs as she goes. "We can take the floors," she murmurs. "It isn't too much different to the framing on the ground floor." That's the hope, anyway. And with more lumber and tools - and the help of many hands, she starts to erect (hurr) the second floor of the new bordello. That's a fancier word for brothel, according to the book she's reading. Isla chooses floors! Isla the flesh is weak