<span style="color: #663300">"that won't be a problem."</span>the waiter nodded with a smile and headed off. "coming right up." Isabelle blushed a little and smirked.<span style="color: #663300">"i never fantasized about an alien until your health returned and i could relax enough to really look at your beauty instead of the health issues that needed my attention... you look absolutely stunning now, Jass must be a good chef and caretaker."</span>she blushed more and shook her head.<span style="color: #663300">"anyway. as you know i enjoy brewing and drinking mead. i like flying along rivers and streams for exercise and to ease the stress of my work though our diminished population has virtually eliminated my work. i used to enjoy going to dance clubs and outdoor concerts but there are very few clubs left and all of the friends i used to go with are gone anyway... and it's not the same dancing alone at home. i used to paint but i stopped after the attack... in fact i stopped doing almost all of my hobbies since the attack. i spend most of my time at the hospital with very little to do since there just aren't enough people to really be busy anymore. since you left i have had five patience and all but one was cured in less then an hour and that one only needed minor surgery to repair a torn ligament."</span>she bit her lip and sighed.<span style="color: #663300">"don't get me wrong, it breaks my heart when people get hurt but i miss the feeling of accomplishment when i was able to really help people in need." </span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>