“Gods, I hope not,” though he chuckles at the kid’s wondering, Falke can’t help but want to reach out for Phi in that moment. “What kind of person would I be if my companion was crying all the time, hmmm?” And the only answer to that is: either a deeply depressed or a sorry and disgraceful one, indeed.
At this point, Phi has discovered for herself that Mateo’s head is bug-free and she moves on to other examinations; her little paws patter down his back and she swings down his arm to join the other two and the basket. As Falke’s sometimes-assistant, the monkey is no stranger to baskets and baggies and vials. “Yep,” a quick affirmation of the boy’s memory. “The one that blew up a few years ago. Luckily we met after its eruption, when everything had quieted down, and not during.” You’d almost think it had happened during the eruption, though, with all the fire and injuries and the hullabaloo.
Phi reaches for the topmost plant to examine it, curious and always trying to be helpful. Falke doesn’t stop her quite yet - but has an eye to stop her if she tries to eat anything. “Do you have another suitable place to plant them?” Raising a brow at the ambition of recreating a swamp-like environment, Falke gently presses to see if he’s thought it through.
At this point, Phi has discovered for herself that Mateo’s head is bug-free and she moves on to other examinations; her little paws patter down his back and she swings down his arm to join the other two and the basket. As Falke’s sometimes-assistant, the monkey is no stranger to baskets and baggies and vials. “Yep,” a quick affirmation of the boy’s memory. “The one that blew up a few years ago. Luckily we met after its eruption, when everything had quieted down, and not during.” You’d almost think it had happened during the eruption, though, with all the fire and injuries and the hullabaloo.
Phi reaches for the topmost plant to examine it, curious and always trying to be helpful. Falke doesn’t stop her quite yet - but has an eye to stop her if she tries to eat anything. “Do you have another suitable place to plant them?” Raising a brow at the ambition of recreating a swamp-like environment, Falke gently presses to see if he’s thought it through.
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