the earth has music for those who listen
Between the blinding pain in his arm and the way Ever is saying things that he can't make head nor tail of, Mateo is thoroughly useless as a friend right now but pretty good as a patient. Indeed, when Ever is done with his explanation, the boy obediently holds out his wrist for him to do whatever he wants with. "A hospital?" he mumbles. "I do not think I need one of those. My father is able to heal, we just need to get to the boat."
Despite himself, he's smiling to hear that Ever will make the jump as long as Teo does what he's told, and he shrugs his shoulders and promptly regrets it. "You don't really have to," he mumbles. "But it was fun, until it wasn't. Maybe we can try again another day?"
Despite himself, he's smiling to hear that Ever will make the jump as long as Teo does what he's told, and he shrugs his shoulders and promptly regrets it. "You don't really have to," he mumbles. "But it was fun, until it wasn't. Maybe we can try again another day?"
