may the bridges i have burned light my way back home

Isla take your medicine He replies and she continues to observe him, offering a gentle smile to hear he feels like hell. "Some food and coffee should make you feel better. I sent out for something for you a while back, it should be here soon." Doctors - what can you do? Listening intently to his recollection of events, Isla gives a slow nod and sits back a bit. "Good," she murmurs, and she means it. The marks of a panic attack had been written plain upon Sunjata - the less he remembers about it, the better. "I was able to learn a lot about your medicine, both after you took it and while you were asleep," she explains. "There are a few things to talk about, when you're ready. I also noticed your wing?" She nods to the bound appendage. "Did you want me to take a look at that, or does Nate have it covered?"