Despite her griping, the Infirmary is science-fictional by early 21st century standards, and quite possibly incomprehensible by Fenrisian ones.
The beds are currently occupied solely by one disgruntled-looking woman with her leg immobilized by some piece of equipment as she pokes at her handheld in a desultory fashion and whatever game she's playing beeps, boops, and occasionally makes one of those descending "you died!" tones.
If you don't want to be stuck in bed, don't break your leg!]
Aleifr! [Her pronunciation is a reasonable imitation of the proper one.] C'mon in!
[Emily sticks her head out of a side door. She waves and then beckons him over.]
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Despite her griping, the Infirmary is science-fictional by early 21st century standards, and quite possibly incomprehensible by Fenrisian ones.
The beds are currently occupied solely by one disgruntled-looking woman with her leg immobilized by some piece of equipment as she pokes at her handheld in a desultory fashion and whatever game she's playing beeps, boops, and occasionally makes one of those descending "you died!" tones.
If you don't want to be stuck in bed, don't break your leg!]
Aleifr! [Her pronunciation is a reasonable imitation of the proper one.] C'mon in!
[Emily sticks her head out of a side door. She waves and then beckons him over.]