Ophelia is the best thing, and Falke is quick to beam at the boy’s appreciation. The moment Mateo got down on her level, Phi started to climb him, which means she’s perched on his shoulder/back, tiny hands gently pulling at an ear and inspecting his thick head of curls. A piece of moss goes flying to the ground. “Hi,” Falke says, not so easily squatting down to join the two of them on their level (though he says nothing about the lack of ease), “This is Ophelia. I’m Falke. Mateo, right?" He'd seen the boy running around with Everest and heard the name more than once around the clinic. "Are you okay with her climbing on you like that?”
Consent is important. Even amongst companions. The Fixer is just doing his due diligence, because it already seems like the kid doesn’t mind.
Consent is important. Even amongst companions. The Fixer is just doing his due diligence, because it already seems like the kid doesn’t mind.
FALKE
