Though Everest had been anticipating Isla's letter, when it finally did arrive it filled the aviator with a weighty and unshakable feeling of anxiety that held him hostage until the evening he set sail for Torchline. Having been consumed by research about clinics, about how best to construct a building on sand, having extensively shadowed his mother on her rounds and queried all the rest of the medical staff about what they'd most want in a clinic, Everest found himself feeling less prepared to help Isla for all of his research, then when he'd started. Such was the risk of realizing all one didn't know about a subject.
Still, having arrived the night before so that there was no chance of being late, Everest arrived with an armful of coffees, teas, biscuits, and muffins in the hopes of meeting the tastes of anyone else who had come to help Isla.
"Good morning." Ever called, nudging open the sagging door with one foot and blinking into the mottled sunlight.
Still, having arrived the night before so that there was no chance of being late, Everest arrived with an armful of coffees, teas, biscuits, and muffins in the hopes of meeting the tastes of anyone else who had come to help Isla.
"Good morning." Ever called, nudging open the sagging door with one foot and blinking into the mottled sunlight.
I will not be brave
but i'm grateful to get through
but i'm grateful to get through
