trinkets and baubles [SE]

ISLA physician, heal thyself "Even with the bats?" Isla smiles to Aamu, though she isn't about to deny that she had enjoyed fixing up the infirmary. It had felt good do something so comparatively ordinary, to use her hands and to see results at the end of it all. Simialrly to now, in fact, the medic slotting her folded pieces of paper together and carefully beginning to twist and turn them so they might fan into a colourful bauble. She glances up only when Wessex says her name, offering a smile in return. "That's right, yes," she says with a nod. "You've heard of me? Only good things, I hope. I'm afraid I don't recognise your face, but your voice is familiar. Queen Wessex?"