I will not be brave, but I'm grateful to get through
Had Isla jostled the aviator, he'd likely have collapsed to the floor with a nosebleed and the sort of tremors that holding him firmly in place lest he bite his tongue, would only worsen. Luckily for them both she offers the sort of smile that Everest has always found impossibly hard to read.
"Conveniently," and now as Ever glances down at the doctor it's with the sort of smile one might cautiously call smug, that he tilts his head. "Both she and I have canine shifts and I've learned that if I sleep as a dog I find myself significantly more rested than as a man." Indeed this had as much to do with a dog's ability to take shorter naps than humans as it did with Everest's mind being able to chill when not in his own body.
"Oh, they certainly are." Everest only knows this because of what Mateo has told him. 'Though I'm not sure Molly or the others would be as willing to offer their services for free, but perhaps if Sohalia asked?" Speaking more to himself, he writes himself a quick note in exquisitely neat writing, to check in with both Sohalia and Mateo about how they might motivate those in the Silk Houses to help.
"I often wonder why the regions don't work together more." He mumbles, again more to himself, but the quick glance he he offers through Isla through his curls invites her opinion if she has one.
"Conveniently," and now as Ever glances down at the doctor it's with the sort of smile one might cautiously call smug, that he tilts his head. "Both she and I have canine shifts and I've learned that if I sleep as a dog I find myself significantly more rested than as a man." Indeed this had as much to do with a dog's ability to take shorter naps than humans as it did with Everest's mind being able to chill when not in his own body.
"Oh, they certainly are." Everest only knows this because of what Mateo has told him. 'Though I'm not sure Molly or the others would be as willing to offer their services for free, but perhaps if Sohalia asked?" Speaking more to himself, he writes himself a quick note in exquisitely neat writing, to check in with both Sohalia and Mateo about how they might motivate those in the Silk Houses to help.
"I often wonder why the regions don't work together more." He mumbles, again more to himself, but the quick glance he he offers through Isla through his curls invites her opinion if she has one.
