Though I've handled the wood, I still worship the flame
"All it took was a global catastrophe." Anyone else might have said as much with a wry chuckle, but Everest, meaning the sentiment literal, merely matched the sadness in Isla's expression.
The explanation has Everest removing his sunglasses if only to see the natural colour of Isla's skin. He wonders what would happen if he reached out and pressed down—how quickly would the blood return? would she feel as warm as she ought to, or did she run naturally cooler? or perhaps hotter?—but of course his wonderings remained just that. "I do have plenty of sunscreen." He offers, helpfully.
Shifting slightly to peer at her writing and finding it looked remarkably like his mother's, a trait of doctors to be sure, Everest itches at his forehead with the back of his hand as he leans back with a conciliatory sigh. "I'm very glad you came today. I wouldn't have thought of those things." Glancing at the peppermint bark in the sugar water, the aviator's shoulders hunched ever so slightly.
"We always used to have chocolate in the medical wing of the Tower. Sometimes it was for low blood sugar, but my mother always said that a smile could assist with healing as much as anything else." Flushing a touch, he pulls out a sprig of bark and holds it out to Isla. "Chocolate would melt here, but I thought the peppermint in the sugar water...it might do the trick. Or if nothing else, chewing on something helps with dehydration."
The explanation has Everest removing his sunglasses if only to see the natural colour of Isla's skin. He wonders what would happen if he reached out and pressed down—how quickly would the blood return? would she feel as warm as she ought to, or did she run naturally cooler? or perhaps hotter?—but of course his wonderings remained just that. "I do have plenty of sunscreen." He offers, helpfully.
Shifting slightly to peer at her writing and finding it looked remarkably like his mother's, a trait of doctors to be sure, Everest itches at his forehead with the back of his hand as he leans back with a conciliatory sigh. "I'm very glad you came today. I wouldn't have thought of those things." Glancing at the peppermint bark in the sugar water, the aviator's shoulders hunched ever so slightly.
"We always used to have chocolate in the medical wing of the Tower. Sometimes it was for low blood sugar, but my mother always said that a smile could assist with healing as much as anything else." Flushing a touch, he pulls out a sprig of bark and holds it out to Isla. "Chocolate would melt here, but I thought the peppermint in the sugar water...it might do the trick. Or if nothing else, chewing on something helps with dehydration."
