Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27550231-20170103080604/@comment-28358106-20170130175627

Looking tired herself, Lily outs her pen down. "Of course, Sir Jorge. The Director is not with her right now, he's left a specialist to watch her while he tends to other patients." Lily takes him down the hallway and up the stairs, opening the door to the therapy wing with a key and letting him in the room.

Nezon is suspended in the tank, a glass tube with an open top and several brass valves connected to it. A round glowing ward on the bottom of the tube evidently reduces gravity to a mere fraction of its normal pull; Nezon is cradled in place with a harness, almost like a net, that keeps her suspended while tiny sprays of saline and medicinal solution are sparayed on her body. The reduced gravity keeps her from being pulled through the harness and pulls the solution slowly to the bottom, keeping the tube drained and clear. The open top allows her to breathe freely and reduces the feeling of claustrophobia.

Lily addresses an Elven nurse who is monitoring the magic feeds to the wards. "Hedena, a visitor. He's allowed ten minutes' visitation." Lily leaves him be, closing the door behind her.

"Don't mind me, I'm adjusting the input of her dosage," Hedena says in a whisper.