<sup><strong>Just outside the Infirmary; Isis</strong></sup><br/><br/>That weariness really hit her once she is outside.   A glance back behind at the infirmary.   Then a soft sigh released.  Then turning her head back.  Isis would start making her way back to her little spot in the community.  The place she hangs her head.  It is not much,   but it is her sanctuary.   An right now she need to be alone.     To grieve, no to pray that the community would not lose two this night.    Hope through however dim still burns within her beating heart.