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[aint_weak]

Another Monday, another clinic shift.

Simon liked routines. They helped him know what was going on, what would happen, what was required of him. They were reassuring, set him at ease. There was a sense of stability in routines that Simon appreciated. The fact that there was very little to no real routine to life on Serenity had been one of the

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[belongtonobody]

Once things had settled some, Inara had begun exploring the Compound. Everyone seemed so certain Serenity was entirely grounded. If that did, in fact prove to be the case, she would need to be better acquainted with the place. Finding somewhere else to stay soon was also on her list of things to do, though she knew already the crowded Compound would not do. For the moment, the familiarity of Serenity was a comfort, but she hadn't forgotten what she had intended to say to Mal only a few short hours ago.

When she passed the clinic, she saw Simon inside, and stopped in the doorway. "You're in your element here," she observed, smiling. "Treating conditions other than bullet holes must make for a nice change."

[aint_weak]

Simon looked up from his book, a little surprised, but he soon relaxed when he saw who was at the door, and smiled in return.

"Yes, instead I have dinosaur wounds and small children," he replied, shrugging his shoulders easily. "When there even are patients. But it does have it's advantages, you're right." Pausing, Simon marked his place in his book with his pen, and stood up. "How are you handling the..." Simon attempted a gesture with his hands, and failed at communicating anything significant. "Well, the everything."

[belongtonobody]

"The everything is quite well," Inara said, offering a small smile as she walked further into the clinic. "Or, I imagine, as well as it can be, given that I've apparently been transported to a magical island populated by more lunatics than even my previous lodgings held." The notion that the rest of the crew came from sometime after her was still one she was having difficulty grasping, but there came a point when it was hard to still think of everything happening as simply a dream.

[aint_weak]

"Well, that's good," Simon replied with a honest smile. He had missed Inara, and had never realized how much of a calming influence she was on the ship. An influence which, at least Simon felt, was sorely missed. "I've been here weeks and it still hasn't gotten any ... less maddening."