[audio] (forward-dated to 29th)

[sanomorior]

Alright, guests. If you've ever come by the infirmary, you know who I am, but for the lucky people who haven't, I'm Sycora Novitas. If you need a doctor, that's where I'll be ninety percent of the time.

So, business.

[There's the sound of papers shuffling, there.]

I'm sure you all remember the plague we had last month. I can assuredly tell you that it will not happen again. Kloe Bishop has been treated and her contagion is suppressed.

But she is not to be harmed in any way. If you attack her, you will be punished, so leave her be.

That's all.

[The following, however, is sealed to Isabella:]

I've worked up a treatment plan. If you don't care about anyone hearing, go ahead and talk to me here -- otherwise, come see me. I'm in the infirmary.

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[halfbrokenwings.livejournal.com]

[She nods and returns a grin. She'll just have to be extra careful, somehow. It's not that she always goes looking for the trouble. Sometimes it just happens!]

I promise to not go out of my way looking for trouble and to run at the first sign of it.

[Sycora, you have a bard hugging you again.]

Thank you! Thank you so much!

[sanomorior]

[Oops, Sycora's grinning again.]

Good girl.

[It's the kind of sentiment that could be accompanied by a head-pat, but Sycora refrains. Head-pats are so demeaning!

But Isa gets a back-pat. Those are nice.]

We can start whenever you feel ready.

[halfbrokenwings.livejournal.com]

[If the bard keeps smiling like this, it will stick.]

As soon as you are comfortable with it! If, I may?

[She's been waiting for something like this for over a decade.]

I should like to tell Sollux though, perhaps Zhaneel.

[She's making friends!]

[sanomorior]

I'm ready whenever you are, Isa. Tell as many people as you'd like; no need to worry them.

[SHE HEARS THAT SECOND NAME THOUGH. Aww. Isa's growing up, makin' buddies.]

So, who's Zhaneel?

[halfbrokenwings.livejournal.com]

[Isabella whips out that journal and writes a quick note. She looks up and smiles.]

A gryphon! She speaks and is very kind. She is part the reason I am here. Seeing my wings as they are-

[Because for how much Isabella wants to have things fixed, she has a hard time asking and needs to be prodded.]

[sanomorior]

And she wanted you to come see me, did she?

[Aww, Sycora might have to say something to Zhaneel sometime. Thank her for helping to get Isabella in here and help make things a little easier for her.]

[halfbrokenwings.livejournal.com]

[The bard's cheeks flush a little and she nods.]

[sanomorior]

Well, I'm glad she did. Wouldn't want you running around with these any longer than you have to.

[She now glances to the journal.]

Have you told who you want to, then?

[halfbrokenwings.livejournal.com]

[The bard nods and turns it so that Sycora could see.]

I have!

[ Now she's a little nervous. Was this it then?]

Will it be like last time- with the drink?

[sanomorior]

Yes. You'll be getting a higher dose this time, but you'll be fine.

[She ducks into her back room again, then returns with two bottles, like last time. Then, she goes about gathering her equipment. All of it is stark silver and quite clean, just as before.]

And you're sure you're ready?

[halfbrokenwings.livejournal.com]

[She nods. It hadn't hurt- just the drink tasted rather foul. The bard will hold her nose longer this time.)

I am.

[sanomorior]

[Sycora offers up the bottle.]

After you drink this, lie down on your stomach so I can get at your back, alright?