Though I've handled the wood, I still worship the flame
"Yes." The aviator confirms with a nod, politely waiting to see if Isla had anything more to ask of him. Shrugging his shoulders slightly, he's forced to admit that she's right, though loathes to realize his own foolishness had led to a loss of his mental faculties. "That's why I don't drink." He says a touch offhandedly, and had Mateo been around he might have gaped to hear his friend offer up personal information (innocuous as it was), without prompt.
Feeling as though it would sound insincere were he to offer himself as a guild member as well as a pair of hands, the aviator just notes her intentions silently as he walks at her side. "I wonder if you could have an enchanted clinic." He says, glancing over his shoulder at her before returning his blue eyes to the way ahead. "A mobile clinic, but one on its own island. Like the way the Spyglass in Stormbreak is its own island. If you could go to where people needed you...but then...I suppose you might be harder to find." Furrowing his brow, Everest immediately fell silent.
This was why he didn't speak his internal musings outloud.
"Nevermind. Apologies."
Feeling as though it would sound insincere were he to offer himself as a guild member as well as a pair of hands, the aviator just notes her intentions silently as he walks at her side. "I wonder if you could have an enchanted clinic." He says, glancing over his shoulder at her before returning his blue eyes to the way ahead. "A mobile clinic, but one on its own island. Like the way the Spyglass in Stormbreak is its own island. If you could go to where people needed you...but then...I suppose you might be harder to find." Furrowing his brow, Everest immediately fell silent.
This was why he didn't speak his internal musings outloud.
"Nevermind. Apologies."
