She huffed silently and glanced back at the door.

Finally, quite a long time later, the door creaked open and the nurse stepped out, bloodstained and weary-eyed, her hair in disarray.

She turns to look at the nurse.

" is Ash okay? "

"Hes fine," she told them. "Like I said before, hes still weak from the iron-sickness, but hes no longer in any danger. Though I must say--" and she glared at them fiercely, "--the boy almost snapped my wrist when I tried sewing his wounds shut. Wretched Unseelie, the only thing they know is violence."

Isiea's claws come out again.

" oh. Sorry about that. "

She eyed Isiea over her gold-rimmed glasses, and sighed. "I should tell you no, he needs his rest, but you wouldnt listen to me, anyway. So yes, you can see him, but keep it short. Oh, and Robin," she said, crooking a finger at Puck, "a word."

Puck gave them a grimace of mock terror and followed the nurse from the room.

She walked into Ash's room.

She heads over to Ash, her claws sheathing again.