"No, I do not…believe so," Aurelan manages, trying to breathe. She ran a quarantine seven years ago, and they knew what the disease was and how to cure it (with some wrinkles). "The protocols in place would—I need—," she closes her eyes and focuses, before breathing out. "I do not know what the situation is, so I cannot order anything until I am aware of the scope of what we have. However, we will need to contact that one inventor to create sample boxes—there’s a way to do it, and he knows how—and depending on where the patients hail from, we might need to do a house-by-house search."
She looks between the two of them. “I have to get some things together—once I’m in quarantine, I won’t be allowed to leave until quarantine is done,” and that won’t happen until a cure is found or the disease slows down of its’ own accord. “You are of course welcome to stay here while I’m away,” her stomach cramps with anxiety, and she wraps her arms around herself, “and there will certainly be politics involved, but I think you should be all right,” she says to MK. “I just—” she hesitates, before asking, “Could you cut my hair? I need to take decontamination shower before entering quarantine, and it will make things easier.”
Ronin’s gaze fell into a worried one, taking her hand he lightly pulled her close to him. Mindful that MK was there but at this present time, he didn’t care. “Are you sure you’re ready t’do that? I mean…it wasn’ long ago why you told me you wanted to keep it long.” He knew there was more going on under the surface of her strong exterior.
His hand lightly cupping her face so his palm pressed gently to her cheek. His eyes searching hers, knowing she was clearly terrified. Taking on a task that she might get sick with, though it was her job. Still it rattled him a bit to see her come a bit unraveled.
"I need—," she closes her eyes, focusing. She cannot afford to come apart at the seams, Zhana wouldn’t ask for her unless zhe must. "Part of quarantine means that I have to take a decontamination shower every day before putting on fresh robes, gloves, cap, face mark, stockings, and booties. The clothing from the day before will be burned. Hair grows back, and this will make that process easier."
It’s not the disease that frightens her, per se. It’s the reality of being locked up with children, adults, and the elderly, day in day out, until it’s deemed safe to break quarantine. It could be a few days, it could be months. She can communicate with the outside world, she just won’t be able to see any of them.
And if she does get sick, she won’t get to say goodbye. That’s what’s terrifying her. But duty is duty, and Zhana wouldn’t ask unless zhe needed the help. She looks to MK. “Please? I have the scissors to do so.”
"Yeah, of course," M.K said, grabbing the scissors from where Aurelan pointed. After asking her what length she wanted her hair, M.K made the first cut, slicing off the longer strands that she had tied back for easy cutting. A few more minutes of styling, and M.K set down the scissors, ruffling all the stray pieces of cut hair out of Aurelan’s much shorter locks. "There, that looks pretty good," she said with a pleased smile, pretty proud of how good the impromptu hair cut looked.