By the time Janie had gotten around to telling Isuelt the entire story of what happened that afternoon in the Inn, it was days later. Isuelt knew that Dr. Ibaraki was injured, but she didn't know the full extent of the situation until the day before Raye arrived back at the hospice. Some of the volunteers thought it was their duty to inform the dark-haired Scathachian priestess that the doctor was using the assistance of a wheelchair, and how could she attend to her patients now? To which Isuelt replied in her low voice, "I'm well aware of the situation." She then would let a pause accompany her disapproving glare to the self-elected messenger before using her dangerous tone, "Now get back to work."

Since Dr. Ibaraki's arrival at both hospices, they had seen a marked improvement not only in the technology of care given to the patients, but in their actual recovery rate. And a recovery rate was something that no one expected at either hospice. Dr. Ibaraki's knowledge and dedication was surpassed by nothing, and Isuelt was extremely grateful for the aid of Raye's presence.

Sheryl came into the small room with a few patients who were being escorted from the hot springs. Her blonde curls bounced as she hurried her slender legs toward Isuelt. "Illea? These are for you," she handed a sheaf of papers toward her elder. "Dr. Ibaraki has returned. She is looking quite well, actually."

Taking the papers, Isuelt briefly looked them over and smiled. Lucius would indeed be pleased as well with the contents of the reports. "Thank you, Rhiannon," her dark eyes lifted from the writing to look upon the younger priestess, "Where is she now?"

"Through the break, tending to the larger ward."

Isuelt nodded to the bright-eyed young woman and handed the papers back to her, "Make sure these end up on the desk in the Clerics' private quarters. I need to read through them and prepare a letter for Lord DeAuster, which I would like you to hand deliver."

"Yes, Illea," Sheryl's wide blue eyes grew a touch wider. She had been hearing much about the DeAuster family. But since Janie was banned from setting foot on their property, the rest of the new arrivals were leery of them; even though Janie's preventative punishment had more to do with her reputation and promiscuity than the DeAuster family themselves.

Isuelt strode past Sheryl, gone were the black leather garments which usually hugged her curves and the hard steel of the blades at her hips. Instead, she was dressed in the white and crimson-edged robes of her order. She walked into the large ward, toweling off a small bit of blood from her hands as she saw Raye already hard at work, tending to one of the newer patients that had come to them. Isuelt drew a long breath and let it out slowly; she hated what had happened to Raye, but she was thankful for the grace the good doctor exemplified.

"It's good to see you, Raye," came the soft voice of the Scathachian warrior as she reached the bedside and looked with a velvet smile to her friend.

Isuelt silently noted how Raye's dedication, if anything, seemed to flourish to an even higher level. She took a few steps toward the good doctor and reached out to squeeze her shoulder lightly, leaning down to whisper to the woman she had come to respect. "Thank you for coming back. If you need anything..." Another squeeze before she winked to Raye and then straightened back up to her full height.

Her dark gaze grazed over the young man, seeing his eyes toggle between the two women. He was little more than a boy in the eyes of this Scathachian. Isuelt drew a breath and stated in a voice that was only slightly louder than perhaps it should have been, "Don't you worry. You've got Dr. Ibaraki here to aid you. There is no one in this great city who will take care of you like she can, young man. I hope you've told all of your girlfriends that it's only a matter of time before you'll be wooing them once again." The warrior's hardened features softened as she smiled to the boy and again placed a hand on Raye's shoulder, "No one better. No one."

She was sure that her voice had resonated throughout the chamber, for some of the volunteers has stopped what they were doing to listen to the Priestess. Her aim had been reached. There would be no more pitiful looks or hurried whispers behind the good doctor's back. Lest they have to deal with Isuelt, herself.