Mateo
"I think I would quite like tea," Mateo admits, huffing out a sigh that feels more like a wheeze as he watches Ever monkey around in the Grotto roots, suddenly (painfully) aware that he's covered in dirt and dust and bits of tree root. "I think there is something wrong with my ankle," he says of being hurt, glancing down but seeming unable to properly spy the issue from his current angle.
In truth it's just a sprain that's likely been left to grow stiff given that Mateo has been hanging out here overnight, and with enough persuasion, he can probably hobble on it. To hear his friend's next words has his eyes suddenly stinging, though, the botanist wriggling more earnestly to free himself from the roots. "I guess we will just have to use the tunnel I came through," he says in a tight voice, flailing an arm somewhere to his left where an opening in the stone shows a blessedly safe pathway up.
In truth it's just a sprain that's likely been left to grow stiff given that Mateo has been hanging out here overnight, and with enough persuasion, he can probably hobble on it. To hear his friend's next words has his eyes suddenly stinging, though, the botanist wriggling more earnestly to free himself from the roots. "I guess we will just have to use the tunnel I came through," he says in a tight voice, flailing an arm somewhere to his left where an opening in the stone shows a blessedly safe pathway up.
I wanna wake up
Can't even tell if this is a dream
Can't even tell if this is a dream
