The Twilight Courtyard is at peace. Ika buzzes around Hyacine like the little fluffball they are. The different plants all sway in the slight wind and the sun is rising. For the first time in a long time, there is utter peace. The stories about the courtyard has made it more popular, so being alone in the gardens like this is becoming more and more rare, even for Hyacine herself. But she's not one to complain about those seeking her help. Truly, it's an honor. Finally Ika darts up, zooming out of the garden to her office. They nearly knock over a vase in their sudden burst of motivation. Soon, they come back placing a clipboard impatiently at Hyacine's side. It's a few patient charts. Of course, this was a lucky time where there were no severe cases. Still, Ika wants it done, being the little menace they are.

Hyacine: "Alright, little Ika, just don't knock anything over." She tries to scold the little pegasus, but she can't bring herself to use a harsh tone with them. She just opens the records with a huff, reading things over as Ika pokes over the pages. Her morning rounds were due soon anyway. Seeing a smile first thing in the morning can be just as helpful as morning bloodwork, especially when the courtyard is so calm.

She's about to stand when another figure comes into the courtyard. But of course, they stand in front of a particularly shiny decoration, making Hyacine have to squint. Even then she can't properly tell who it is, so she goes with a general polite approach.

Hyacine: "Oh, hello. How are you this morning, feeling well?" She closes her eyes and smiles, the sun bathing her sweet face.