There is heavy knocking from the door, like a tank is trying to get through.

"Later!"

Elaeria rises from her chair, yelling the sole word before collapsing back into her chair.  Her head pounds and she regrets the volume of her own voice as echoes of it bounce around inside her head.  With a further grimace she hauls herself towards the kitchen area of her small abode, all the while ignoring the continued banging on the front door.

She searches in a drawer until she finds what she's after: a pain-killer of her own design, specifically one for headaches caused by the consumption of far too much alcohol.  Just like the effect she is currently experiencing.  She sighs with relief as the medicine starts its glorious work almost immediately, the tension from her head washing away with astonishing speed.  A slight side-effect is that sometimes the patient might feel a little disorientated from the rapid change but that was preferable to a debilitating headache.

The banging on the door continues and so Elaeria, ready to send away whoever was at the door until later, grudgingly makes her way to the entrance of her abode and heaves it open.

"What?" She asks abruptly, eyeing the Granok outside.  She soon relents as her healer instincts take over and guides her newest patient inside and prepares for the day ahead.