[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]

[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?