I will not be brave, but I'm grateful to get through
"No, I..." Frowning, Everest looks down into his lap, tugging at the thin fabric. "..I'm not very myself when I'm shifted, so I find it quite difficult." He admits, before shaking his head. "No. I realized I don't actually know what I smell like, and given my clothes were wet by the time I'd have worked it out, they'd have been even farther away."
Following her eyes but not able to connect the dots, Everest nevertheless shook his head before standing and smoothing down the gown (he could see why women (and Mateo) wore dresses in the summer). "No, that's quite alright. I can fly back. I don't want to inconvenience you any more than I already have.
Is there anything I can do to make it up to you? Any filing, or labeling, or..."
Following her eyes but not able to connect the dots, Everest nevertheless shook his head before standing and smoothing down the gown (he could see why women (and Mateo) wore dresses in the summer). "No, that's quite alright. I can fly back. I don't want to inconvenience you any more than I already have.
Is there anything I can do to make it up to you? Any filing, or labeling, or..."
