Blood Sickness

"One moment, please!" Isla's voice trilled through from one of the doors into the ward proper; Sam would be standing in what was essentially the reception area. Once the promised moment had passed the healer appeared, stepping through into the reception with a polite smile whilst drying her hands off on a clean towel. And the sight of the Ascended (fellow Ascended now, she should say) her smile brightened, Isla folding the towel and setting it down on the desk. "Hello, Samuel," she greeted. "It's good to see you away from a sharp drop. Sorry I haven't been around to your stall just yet - things have been... Well. The snow causes accidents." She nodded into the infirmary, as though that must have been the obvious cause of her delay. It wasn't the only thing, but it was the best excuse for now. "What can I do for you?" ISLA pray for me pray to me