EVEREST
Whether or not Everest could or should read into the Medic overlaying memories of Remi given their current conversation, he merely smiled his understanding. "Ah, I see." If he bristled at all at the thought of someone else flying La Verbena, he did his best to hide it in the removal of his guitar from his back that he might allow the skin beneath the strap to relax somewhat.
Not wanting to make heat stroke a recurring theme, the aviator bobbed his head silently as he followed Isla through the clinic. "Normally I would hate to waste your supplies, but I suppose this is a medical clinic." He remarks, his eyes considering Isla's silhouette as his mind tries to decide what to make of it.
Leaning his guitar against one of the walls, Ever glances down at his poorly buttoned shirt with a comical sort of frown, as if wondering just who had done such a bad job of it. Certainly not him. "Better applied topically, I would think." He suggests. "I can manage that while you draw the map..?"
Not wanting to make heat stroke a recurring theme, the aviator bobbed his head silently as he followed Isla through the clinic. "Normally I would hate to waste your supplies, but I suppose this is a medical clinic." He remarks, his eyes considering Isla's silhouette as his mind tries to decide what to make of it.
Leaning his guitar against one of the walls, Ever glances down at his poorly buttoned shirt with a comical sort of frown, as if wondering just who had done such a bad job of it. Certainly not him. "Better applied topically, I would think." He suggests. "I can manage that while you draw the map..?"
the boards will still creak
the leaves will still die
the leaves will still die
