she sees angels in the architecture
"Innnnnn here!" You chime brightly, playfully elongating the sounds as if the man outside is meant to follow your voice in. You've been expecting this particular appointment, having received notes of a broody former solider, recently recruited to the dragoons. None of that is very important to you, but when you see that he's an outlander, well...even your professionalism is understandably shaken by that.
An outlander. Here!
Dressed in your usual formless scrubs with your hair tied back, you push open the door to the clinic and beam a smile at the rather surely looking man standing in the doorway. "Nice to meet you Mr. Taliesin. My name is Doctor Hart. This way, if you please." For all your excitement, you do still have a job to do here. Extending a hand and gesturing down a corridor, you lead Ronin to an empty examination room. Not overly large, it has a sink and cabinets, a bed with a dressing gown folding neatly on it, and a chair.
An outlander. Here!
Dressed in your usual formless scrubs with your hair tied back, you push open the door to the clinic and beam a smile at the rather surely looking man standing in the doorway. "Nice to meet you Mr. Taliesin. My name is Doctor Hart. This way, if you please." For all your excitement, you do still have a job to do here. Extending a hand and gesturing down a corridor, you lead Ronin to an empty examination room. Not overly large, it has a sink and cabinets, a bed with a dressing gown folding neatly on it, and a chair.
spinning in infinity
