NATE
Azrael joins Isla at the top of the stairs, Nate glancing up at the pair of them now and then, his brows pinched every time. Both his feet stay firmly on the ground though, tamping out a perimeter that widens with every loop, false arms crackling into existence to poke at anything that seems interesting. He’s smart enough to not use his own hands at least.
A thought occurs to him, Nate looking up from the ground once again, but staring to the east, towards the Grounds. “Do you think he’d stay near a river? There was one in the tunnels, right? And it would have to flow... somewhere?” The question is more directed at Isla, bright eyes lifting to look at his fellow doctor so he doesn’t interrupt his niblings wish. “Do you see anywhere likely from up there?”
Nate searches around the perimeter in a spiral, and suggests they look for some kind of water
A thought occurs to him, Nate looking up from the ground once again, but staring to the east, towards the Grounds. “Do you think he’d stay near a river? There was one in the tunnels, right? And it would have to flow... somewhere?” The question is more directed at Isla, bright eyes lifting to look at his fellow doctor so he doesn’t interrupt his niblings wish. “Do you see anywhere likely from up there?”
Nate searches around the perimeter in a spiral, and suggests they look for some kind of water
Get my pretty name out of your mouth
Don't talk 'bout me like how you might know how I feel
Don't talk 'bout me like how you might know how I feel
