{SE} jingle all the way

Everest

Everest nods knowingly; the Celestine is constantly changing even if it appears to stay the same. The enclosures shift as do their inhabitants, which is why writing down the date is so important. "Not as much as some people." He answers with a small frown, thinking like she, of Mateo. "But I do like them." Really, he just liked knowing about things. And plants were things.

Blankly, Ever looks down at the offered hand. His fingers are protected by gloves, and it would be rude to reject her offer of physical reassurance, but even so, he swallows hard before shuffling around his things to free a hand to slip into hers. "I'm afraid I can't fight at all." He admits as his blue eyes stare at the ground, before rising back to hers slowly. "O..kay."

So saying he trundles along, hyperaware of his hand in hers, and so not noticing at all the soft crunch crunch of snow being flattened by something large behind them.