Though I've handled the wood, I still worship the flame
"No, of course you're right." The aviator agrees on the heels of a sigh, before giving his head a little shake. "I suppose sometimes I just look at the body of things I do know, and wonder why I spent so much time learning it when I've failed to consider some of the basics." You know, things like field medicine or advanced medical techniques to be employed during wartime. Stuff everyone knows.
"How did you come to learn it all? You set up the clinic just after arriving in to the Grounds, so you must already have had a basis for your knowledge?"
Watching with bated breath as Isla accepted the sprig of bark before exhaling his relief that she hadn't thought his idea a foolish one, Ever nodded. Of course the attuned has made a diagram about how he thought their kits should be packed, and though he flipped to that page himself, he didn't nudge it forward for Isla to use. Though he was surprised to think so, something told him he'd be perfectly alright with her way of doing things.
"How did you come to learn it all? You set up the clinic just after arriving in to the Grounds, so you must already have had a basis for your knowledge?"
Watching with bated breath as Isla accepted the sprig of bark before exhaling his relief that she hadn't thought his idea a foolish one, Ever nodded. Of course the attuned has made a diagram about how he thought their kits should be packed, and though he flipped to that page himself, he didn't nudge it forward for Isla to use. Though he was surprised to think so, something told him he'd be perfectly alright with her way of doing things.
