I will not be brave, but I'm grateful to get through
"Oh?" Not wanting to pry nor to speak for Mateo, the aviator glances down thoughtfully as his head cocks at a somewhat canine angle. "He always speaks fondly of you, if it helps."
Nodding in agreement—he'd thought exactly the same of the tides—he offers Isla a somewhat crooked smile. "Well, I'm also an aviator by trade and I've recently signed on with the dragoons as well." The responsibilities have certainly piled up for Ever as of late, but for someone who is tormented incessantly by his own thoughts when he's left without something to do, he certainly doesn't mind. Not that he'd ever say so if he did.
"That sounds like a wonderful idea. If I can help at all, please let me know." There's a painful sort of earnestness in Ever's voice that even he's aware of, and so, clearing his throat, he looks down at his notebook both reflectively and self-consciously. "Erm, so...Originally I had thought that perhaps Stormbreak could assist with making first-aid kits, as our doctors don't seem to be as inundated with infection as they do down here. And then I thought maybe the Celestine could be used as a quarantine facility given the magical barriers in place to keep animals and such from escaping." Glancing up and resisting the urge to itch at his sweater, the aviator pauses for a moment.
"It just seems like there's an unnecessary duplication of efforts that maybe with a bit of coordination, we could resolve."
Nodding in agreement—he'd thought exactly the same of the tides—he offers Isla a somewhat crooked smile. "Well, I'm also an aviator by trade and I've recently signed on with the dragoons as well." The responsibilities have certainly piled up for Ever as of late, but for someone who is tormented incessantly by his own thoughts when he's left without something to do, he certainly doesn't mind. Not that he'd ever say so if he did.
"That sounds like a wonderful idea. If I can help at all, please let me know." There's a painful sort of earnestness in Ever's voice that even he's aware of, and so, clearing his throat, he looks down at his notebook both reflectively and self-consciously. "Erm, so...Originally I had thought that perhaps Stormbreak could assist with making first-aid kits, as our doctors don't seem to be as inundated with infection as they do down here. And then I thought maybe the Celestine could be used as a quarantine facility given the magical barriers in place to keep animals and such from escaping." Glancing up and resisting the urge to itch at his sweater, the aviator pauses for a moment.
"It just seems like there's an unnecessary duplication of efforts that maybe with a bit of coordination, we could resolve."
