[se] we leave parts of ourselves in places

Isla take your medicine "Mm. Me too," Isla murmurs, finishing the little fabric braid and tying it off using a bit of coloured string, before reaching out to fasten it to the bottom of the lantern. "He played the fiddle, too - hence..." She gestures at her creation, as if trying to explain that she hasn't chosen to gut an instrument for no apparent reason. She might get lost in memories all day if allowed to wallow - which she supposes is something Ludo would approve of, but it doesn't make it pleasant - and so Melita's question has her swallowing hard and refocusing; a boon, whether the Honeybee knows it or not. "Yes and no?" she says, furrowing her brow. "I've been really considering it, but I haven't been able to commit yet. I'm still a medic, whether I was an Ascended or an Ancient, so I was thinking of putting together a new clinic here. I know Torchline has the healing fountain, but maybe it could be a gathering place for other healers or herbalists?" She doesn't know, honestly. "You live here though, right? What do you think?"