Though I've handled the wood, I still worship the flame
"I don't like to have my mind compromised." Ever says, trying desperately to keep the words from sounding like a judgment. Cheeks flushing but not from the heat, he dips his head slightly. "No, of course. My best friend is—" A raging alcoholic? A connoisseur of all things chemically potable and inhalable? Not able to come up with a word to accurately describe the botanist, the aviator just exhales. "—well, it's Mateo." Though Isla hadn't seen him for a while, Mateo was Mateo was Mateo. "Does it? What sorts of decisions?" Ever asks, suddenly curious, having never heard that particular property of alcohol.
Still feeling foolish about having verbalized such a poorly thought-out idea, Everest bobs his head in an overly agreeable manner. "Of course." Inclined to go and research everything he could about the possibility of a mobile-clinic-island as soon as he got back to Stormbreak, the aviator had to shake himself back into the moment lest he miss something Isla was saying and appear rude.
"Thank you again for your assistance today. Things would certainly have no turned out so well had you not agreed to come."
Still feeling foolish about having verbalized such a poorly thought-out idea, Everest bobs his head in an overly agreeable manner. "Of course." Inclined to go and research everything he could about the possibility of a mobile-clinic-island as soon as he got back to Stormbreak, the aviator had to shake himself back into the moment lest he miss something Isla was saying and appear rude.
"Thank you again for your assistance today. Things would certainly have no turned out so well had you not agreed to come."
