Please, Don't Be The End

It had been a whole five minutes since the last emergency, and Isla was still cleaning down from it. The snow, the cold, the illness and the accidents... Deepfrost was not a kind time for healers. So it would not be Isla, at first, who ran to greet Samuel, but rather one of the nurses. At the mere sight of him it was assumed (naturally) that he was the patient, and the nurse disappeared quickly once more only to return with a couple of others. They would attempt to get Sam onto his feet or at least into one of the chairs - it was while they tried to coax him off the floor that Isla would appear, striding into the waiting area on quiet feet with a calm expression on her face that was undoubtedly practiced and perfected over years. Whatever she felt on the inside was carefully packed away - she'd heard Sam's words, though, loud and clear. "Where is he?" she asked quickly, not thinking to look at the matted furball in his arms. "What happened?" ISLA Hush now, I'm here