Since the outrageous flu epidemic had begun to die down, and the lice uproar was ...nearly gone (ish), the afternoons in the infirmary were becoming a bit more -- shall it be said -- enjoyable now. There was still the usual hustle and bustle, the whining of patients and the sharp 'SHHH'es, but the air was becoming less thick with the stench and 'feeling' of sickness and everything seemed less 'dark.'
Standing by a fresh glow-basket, Molliadne kept a bright eye on some of the nearby patients while she dressed a bed with clean linens. How was that for a sign of the infirmary calming down? There was not only an EMPTY BED, but time to actually REMAKE SAID EMPTY BED. Such seemingly monotonous chores were actually quite a nice break from the otherwise stressful job of being a Healer, and the auburn-haired woman enjoyed it immensely.
As long as no one said that it was "A slow day," all was fine and dandy.
