I will not be great, but I'm grateful to get through
"Okay." Smiling lovingly, Everest parted from the Remedy in order to potter around her kitchen. Familiar with where everything was by now, he started to put away the things he'd bought for dinner that night—a slow roast of pulled pork with salad, wine, and dessert—before placing the stems of the flowers over the sink in order to cut them down to size.
"Oh?" The aviator lifts his eyebrows slightly, not entirely surprised. Dahlia was Stormbreak's leader after all and Flora had offered to meet with her during the Ball. However that he'd been part of their conversation did have him pausing, scissors in hand, to look over his shoulder at Isla as if trying to judge if this was some joke or not that the was simply failing to understand. "Me?"
Looking adorably confused about the whole thing, Everest set down the scissors before placing his wrist against his forehead. "I don't feel warm, no loss of appetite, no lethargy.." He grins a touch slyly at that, before giving his head a little shake. "None of the usual signs of infection?" Glancing at Isla's medical bag, then, and piecing it together, the aviator paused for a moment as the pieces fit themselves into place. "Let me just put these in water and then you can subject me to whatever tests you like."
"But you want to check for yourself." He reasons, not sounding at all cagey about the prospect as one might have otherwise expected someone Infected to be.
"Oh?" The aviator lifts his eyebrows slightly, not entirely surprised. Dahlia was Stormbreak's leader after all and Flora had offered to meet with her during the Ball. However that he'd been part of their conversation did have him pausing, scissors in hand, to look over his shoulder at Isla as if trying to judge if this was some joke or not that the was simply failing to understand. "Me?"
Looking adorably confused about the whole thing, Everest set down the scissors before placing his wrist against his forehead. "I don't feel warm, no loss of appetite, no lethargy.." He grins a touch slyly at that, before giving his head a little shake. "None of the usual signs of infection?" Glancing at Isla's medical bag, then, and piecing it together, the aviator paused for a moment as the pieces fit themselves into place. "Let me just put these in water and then you can subject me to whatever tests you like."
"But you want to check for yourself." He reasons, not sounding at all cagey about the prospect as one might have otherwise expected someone Infected to be.
