Being a part of a family that was rather active in dragon breeding, caretaking and the like, one would assume an offspring of the MacFusty clan preferred the active and exciting environment of the Hebrides. Tilda seemed to prove time and time again to be the family's beloved black sheep - she thrived in such an environment, but often found pleasure in nights where the hospital ward was filled with little except the occaional snore from the patient.

While making storage room runs was far from exciting, there was a certain amount of tedium to be found that Tilda enjoyed. Plus, it gave her time to talk to her co-workers; luckily she found herself on the same shift as Allegra Clearwater which made for the time passing peacefully.

The healer opened the door to the break room where Allegra was already there. Tilda smiled gratefully. "Ah, thank you," she said, sighing as she settled into the chair, her fingers wrapping around the cup. This winter was a cold one; despite them gratefully having the advantage of magic to warm them, a warm cuppa still provided comfort during the colder seasons. "He didn't bark orders at you like he did Healer Wetherstone, did he?" That was all Tilda needed, was to tell him off again when it was her turn to change the dressings come morning before her end of the shift.