I will not be great, but I'm grateful to get through
Ever shrugs, small and careful, the motion more about uncertainty than dismissal. "I mentioned it to Isla," he says, rubbing at the back of his neck as if the skin there has suddenly decided to itch. "She reminded me that she’s also a doctor, so..." His mouth tilts faintly, somewhere between wry and sheepish. "I think I’m going to leave most of the medical things to her. I don’t want to step on her toes by trying to manage parts that are already hers."
At the mention of a priestess of Dygra, his brows lift with genuine interest, the tension in his shoulders easing just a little. "That might actually be really helpful," Ever admits. "Just to ask questions, I mean. Without...bothering Isla every time something new occurs to me." The thought of having a separate place to direct the constant, low-level churn of what-ifs clearly appeals to him.
He shakes his head gently at Mateo’s counter, expression earnest as he replies, "Wanting things doesn’t make them possible." His gaze shifts back to his friend, steady and certain now. "You made it possible." Then, as Mateo calls him his snow brother, something soft and unmistakably warm breaks through Ever’s careful composure. He smiles, small but real, and tilts his head again, this time with a hint of humour. "Does that mean you’re going to be a snow uncle, too?"
At the mention of a priestess of Dygra, his brows lift with genuine interest, the tension in his shoulders easing just a little. "That might actually be really helpful," Ever admits. "Just to ask questions, I mean. Without...bothering Isla every time something new occurs to me." The thought of having a separate place to direct the constant, low-level churn of what-ifs clearly appeals to him.
He shakes his head gently at Mateo’s counter, expression earnest as he replies, "Wanting things doesn’t make them possible." His gaze shifts back to his friend, steady and certain now. "You made it possible." Then, as Mateo calls him his snow brother, something soft and unmistakably warm breaks through Ever’s careful composure. He smiles, small but real, and tilts his head again, this time with a hint of humour. "Does that mean you’re going to be a snow uncle, too?"
