I will not be brave, but I'm grateful to get through
"That is the current theory." Everest agrees with a nod, before his expression changes to something altogether more relaxed to speak of Mateo. "He's doing well." The aviator confirms. "And yes, we are." It's perhaps tersely said for how the aviator actually feels, but just the mention of the botanist infuses him with a boyish sort of joy that makes him seem more like a man than a stilted mannequin.
"Oh, I didn't think you were." He says hastily, not wanting to interrupt. "I just wouldn't want you to ever think otherwise." So saying, Everest watches Isla go to the window, already knowing what she'll see and feeling all the more conflicted for changing his order of activities for that evening. "Even if it is somehow a natural thing and nothing to do with Safrin's warning...having another celestial body so close is going to wreak havoc regardless." The aviator agrees.
Not wanting to drop all over Flora's floor, Ever holds up a finger before disappearing back to the front door in order to hang up his raincoat. Tugging a touch at his sweater to smooth it back into place, Everest opens his notebook (trying to ignore step 2 as it screams accusingly at him), and places it on the counter. "Well, you would think so, but given its effects on Flora, I did wonder...Oh-" glancing up, the aviator flushes anew. "I should mention, I'm Stormbreak's Spyglass. It's just a fancy word for an advisor I suppose, but...just so you don't think I'm speaking out of turn."
"Oh, I didn't think you were." He says hastily, not wanting to interrupt. "I just wouldn't want you to ever think otherwise." So saying, Everest watches Isla go to the window, already knowing what she'll see and feeling all the more conflicted for changing his order of activities for that evening. "Even if it is somehow a natural thing and nothing to do with Safrin's warning...having another celestial body so close is going to wreak havoc regardless." The aviator agrees.
Not wanting to drop all over Flora's floor, Ever holds up a finger before disappearing back to the front door in order to hang up his raincoat. Tugging a touch at his sweater to smooth it back into place, Everest opens his notebook (trying to ignore step 2 as it screams accusingly at him), and places it on the counter. "Well, you would think so, but given its effects on Flora, I did wonder...Oh-" glancing up, the aviator flushes anew. "I should mention, I'm Stormbreak's Spyglass. It's just a fancy word for an advisor I suppose, but...just so you don't think I'm speaking out of turn."
