Sam wasn't quite sure if he'd actually drum up the courage to ask Isla what he wanted to, but a visit to her was a pleasant way to spend his morning anyway. In the end, he hadn't been able to work in the infirmary with her over Longnight, but in a way it had worked out, he supposed; they were both, at least, alive, and he'd gotten to see a side to himself that he might not have done had he spent the whole time hiding with the wounded.
When he arrived, giving a knock at the door and hoping she wasn't too busy, Sam stepped in, curious to see what the infirmary looked like now; she had mentioned improvements, focusing on helping Ascended patients as well. "Isla?" He asked as he entered, his posture not as anxious or unsure as it had once been, a hand holding the door as he peered around but no fiddling or troubling looking forward into the room. "I was hoping to say hello."
