Though I've handled the wood, I still worship the flame
"My plan was just to shift and pant as a dog. They're much more efficient at cooling down than we are. It didn't even occur to me to use the water." Everest adds, also unaware of what his efforts not to pass out might have looked to others. Instead of feeling attractive, the aviator only felt vaguely embarrassed and also rejuvenated, thanks to the water and Isla's quick thinking.
Accepting the shirt, Everest hangs it around his neck before mirroring Isla and collecting his own stack of kits. "Thank you." Balancing them against his chest with his fingers splayed to distribute their weight, he glanced to measure how Isla was getting on.
"I agree." The Hanged Man hadn't been put back together yet, but it was a central place, as Isla had said, and one people still frequented if only in the hopes of finding liquor again. "Do you have any plans to? I'd be happy to help you set it up."
Accepting the shirt, Everest hangs it around his neck before mirroring Isla and collecting his own stack of kits. "Thank you." Balancing them against his chest with his fingers splayed to distribute their weight, he glanced to measure how Isla was getting on.
"I agree." The Hanged Man hadn't been put back together yet, but it was a central place, as Isla had said, and one people still frequented if only in the hopes of finding liquor again. "Do you have any plans to? I'd be happy to help you set it up."
