ways_infirmary | Whistle while you work! Or sing.

Zhaan actually slept well last night. And things are quieter today, in her mind. She can't hear any thought above the level of a murmur now. Maybe she can if she strains, but she doesn't feel like eavesdropping just for the sake of experiment.

Right now, anyway, she has other things to be busy with. There's the call button to install in the infirmary, and she has to stock up on medicines and tools. Fortunately she can get all she needs from Bar - she'll have a lot more to work with than she did on Moya - although it does mean that she'll have to lug all these things from the bar to the infirmary.

She doesn't mind, though. In fact, she's feeling quite happy to be busy. So as she carries a box full of clinking, brightly colored bottles and strange tools from Bar to infirmary, and an empty box back - which she gets filled up once more - she sings softly to herself, a Delvian children's song naming and describing different kinds of flowers. And she's got a nice set of pipes, too.

Very much botherable.

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"Simply as Zhaan," she says, shaking Guppy's hand. She's not used to it so she does it somewhat awkwardly. "I doubt you'll make it all the way upstairs, though." She'd noticed Guppy's legs doing their jelly impression when he tried to stand up. "I can at least help you get somewhere more comfortable. The chair won't do either." Zhaan offers him a hand, this to aid him in standing up.

He accepts it, standing more steadily now.

"Thanks. I'll probably flop on a couch in the bar for a bit, until I have enough energy to attempt getting upstairs."

A small smile. "Sorry if I made you jump."

Zhaan chuckles. "It's all right. I've faced worse than sudden starts in my time." She helps him out of the office and into the infirmary proper. "If you still had other duties to perform, I can take care of them for you. You mentioned something about being with a quarantined patient?"

He grabs the notebook and saves the computer before they go.

"I was, she's gone back to her room. I was just typing up her notes, but I'd pretty much finished. She may come back later if she's feeling worse, but for the moment she's stable and non-contagious. Thank you all the same, she may yet come back down but I don't think she got any more sleep than I did."

"Then I shall stay here and keep a watch for her in case she returns. What is her name?" That'll be all the information she needs - she doesn't want to grill Guppy because it would get in the way of him sleeping.

"Fran Goldsmith. She's on the computer."

He smiles. "Thanks. I'll catch you later and try to get to know you better."

"All right. I shall take care of her, if she comes here. We'll get to know each other better once you've caught up on sleep." She hopes that working to the point of exhaustion isn't a regular thing for Guppy, although she suspects that such is indeed the case.

Not quite to this extent, but yes, he does tend to overdo it. He lets go of the hand and settles on a sofa.

"Thanks. I'll catch you later."

He grabs a cushion, puts his head on it and is asleep almost immediately.

Zhaan smiles. "Rest well," she says softly, before returning to the infirmary to put her bottles away.

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