Mateo won't be upside-down for long, because as the notebook gets tossed away into the grass, in his shock he falls from the branch he's been dangling from, collapsing in a heap next to his friend. "Ow," he's mumbling as he rights himself, rubbing at a bump on his head and some dirt on his cheek. Listening to Ever, the Taliesin boy can't say he does know what he means, but... he thinks he has some idea.
"It isn't forever," he says slowly, letting his hand drop from his head and smiling softly. "We will be out of here as soon as things are safe. So... maybe just treat it as a vacation? Those are supposed to feel artificial, because you aren't at home. Right...?"
"It isn't forever," he says slowly, letting his hand drop from his head and smiling softly. "We will be out of here as soon as things are safe. So... maybe just treat it as a vacation? Those are supposed to feel artificial, because you aren't at home. Right...?"
