With all things in place and everything feeling as it should have, well all but the quiet loneliness, Ishta began getting right to work. Her night was just starting and she did have much to do, especially handling paperwork for those she was hoping to embrace into the clan, but all the same she wished for some sort of company while keeping herself busy with what needed to be done. Sighing and shuffling the papers on her desk of her office in the front of the apartment building, she began reading through them, absentmindedly tugging at one of the bandages on her arm.
[[Fellow Morbus members, please feel free to start RPing and such~]]
