may the bridges i have burned light my way back home

Isla take your medicine "What on earth for?" Isla asks gently, not sounding put out by anything that had happened. "That is like apologising for breaking your arm and coming to me to get it put into a cast. You've nothing to be sorry for, Sunjata," she assures him, though she doesn't have to be that sort of doctor to tell that he's shutting down on her. Isla is already halfway on her feet when it looks like the Flood is about to get up, but his own fatigue stops him, thankfully. Sighing, she reaches out to take one of his hands. "As your doctor," she says, giving his fingers a squeeze, "you're here until I feel as though you're able to get home safe. And unfortunately, that isn't just now. You need to rest and eat, and then we'll talk. You're not alone, Sunjata - you know that, right? There are people around to help, whatever it is you need."