Though I've handled the wood, I still worship the flame
Glancing up, his eyes shaded behind dark lenses, the aviator raises his hand almost immediately in return. Though comparably Isla was dressed in not much, given what she'd worn when he'd last seen her, this felt appropriate. "But...I asked you here?" Above his sunglasses his eyebrows itched together as his head cocked at a canine angle to the side. Understanding took a comically long time, but when it finally dawned, it was with a sheepish smile that he lowered his eyes. "You meant to Torchline, in general. Not right here and now." He explained to himself in a slightly chastising voice.
Shifting himself back to make room, Everest reaches out to adjust any items that might have been moved by their positions, ensuring that everything remained just so. "I feel guilty saying so, but things are fine in Stormbreak. Everyone is understandably upset, but in terms of damage..." Swallowing, he tilts his head ever so slightly. "There is nothing. Everyone is fine." He doesn't ask how Torchline is, or how Isla is, already able to assume the answer. Even someone of Ever's limited emotional range was capable of that.
So instead he handed Isla a bottle of water with a bit of lemon in it. "It's important to stay hydrated."
Shifting himself back to make room, Everest reaches out to adjust any items that might have been moved by their positions, ensuring that everything remained just so. "I feel guilty saying so, but things are fine in Stormbreak. Everyone is understandably upset, but in terms of damage..." Swallowing, he tilts his head ever so slightly. "There is nothing. Everyone is fine." He doesn't ask how Torchline is, or how Isla is, already able to assume the answer. Even someone of Ever's limited emotional range was capable of that.
So instead he handed Isla a bottle of water with a bit of lemon in it. "It's important to stay hydrated."
