Mateo
Unaware of his father's internal musings, Mateo merely offers a raise of his eyebrows to agree that yes, yes it was, though the sight of dimples on his cheeks is contagious, and soon the botanist is smiling as well. Wiping his own hands off on his pants as if in a subconscious mirroring of his father, he finds himself biting at the inside of his cheek to hear Remi describe how he'd tracked down the perpetrator, his blue eyes hardening a touch.
"Stormbreak is a better place without him in it," he decides, stepping forward now that Remi isn't so obviously covered in blood so he can clasp his father in a hug. "I think she will be alright. She will heal physically, anyway, but..." He shakes his head. "That sort of thing can stick with a person." And no amount of making the initial problem go away can erase the prints it has left upon her. "I think you would like her," he adds. "She is a cartographer."
"Stormbreak is a better place without him in it," he decides, stepping forward now that Remi isn't so obviously covered in blood so he can clasp his father in a hug. "I think she will be alright. She will heal physically, anyway, but..." He shakes his head. "That sort of thing can stick with a person." And no amount of making the initial problem go away can erase the prints it has left upon her. "I think you would like her," he adds. "She is a cartographer."
i've told you time and time again
i'm not as think as you drunk i am
i'm not as think as you drunk i am
