Tilda had always found the hustle and bustle of the hospital to be something that put her at peace. Especially when all the chores were done for the day and it was quiet. Today was no such day, however, and by lunch time, the redhead was rather worn out from the morning's work. Her hands were chapped from fetching hot water and cramped from fiddling with the smallest of instruments. Leaning against the door frame, Tilda leaned her head to the right to stretch out her shoulders. As she rubbed her thumb and forefinger together, she was just thinking perhaps she'd make a quick run to the apothecary for more hand salve when she felt someone's eyes on her. Only a fraction of a second later is when she heard her name being called.

Turning to look, she saw a brunette standing a little ways away. She was slightly smaller than Tilda herself, and something about the way she looked at her told Tilda that she wouldn't be making that run to the apothecary anymore. Her blue eyes traveled down to the large parcel in the woman's hands. What on earth?

Juliana Binns.

Ah.

Tilda's lips parted slightly, understanding dawning on her as she realized who this was. The healer was grateful her cheeks were already flushed from the morning's rush, for they surely would have deepened in color had her pallor been in its usual pale, freckled state. "Miss Binns." Tilda finally replied after a pause. "How do you do?" She turned to face the woman though her figure never left the door frame she was leaning against. Partially because she was already exhausted (and Miss Binns' unexpected appearance did anything but help), partially because any further forward would bring Tilda out of the comfort zone she immediately drew for herself.