I will not be brave, but I'm grateful to get through
"For better or worse Stormbreak has been free of most of what has been happening on the continent." Everest explains. "So unless someone arrives with an infection, there isn't much to go on." It was why he wanted to speak with someone about a sharing of knowledge and resources, but...well, that was step three, and given he wasn't even sure if he could cross step one of his list, he kept quiet about his plans.
"There aren't in Stormbreak either. Mateo and I had to travel to the Grounds to find some." Of course the botanist had brought back some chorus bees with him, so perhaps that would change. "She said this was how they used to heal burns and wounds prone to infection before....well." Shrugging uncomfortably, the aviator ran his hand over the back of his neck before clearing his throat. "You know what Stormbreak was like."
Flushing furiously and not just because of the physical contact, Everest gives his head an instant shake. "No, of course it is! The work you did in the Grounds, setting up the first medical clinic there and keeping it open to all races despite.." Blinking rapidly and trying to keep his lips from running away with him, the aviator forced himself to take a breath and reset as best he could. "Very good reasons."
Itching at his forehead and resisting the urge to look at his notebook—he knew what the steps were, he didn't need to seem them printed out—the aviator frowned. "Well I suppose if I leave the honey here in the very capable hands of a doctor, I don't have any reason to. I was going to go to the beach and try and record what I could about what was happening in the sky, though..." Gods, was he really going to change his schedule? It made his ears hot to think about, but if he didn't, that would mean coming back here a second time which would certainly be impolite.
"..if it isn't too much of an imposition, I wonder if I couldmoot an idea pitch an idea I had about a medical program between Stormbreak and Torchline?"
"There aren't in Stormbreak either. Mateo and I had to travel to the Grounds to find some." Of course the botanist had brought back some chorus bees with him, so perhaps that would change. "She said this was how they used to heal burns and wounds prone to infection before....well." Shrugging uncomfortably, the aviator ran his hand over the back of his neck before clearing his throat. "You know what Stormbreak was like."
Flushing furiously and not just because of the physical contact, Everest gives his head an instant shake. "No, of course it is! The work you did in the Grounds, setting up the first medical clinic there and keeping it open to all races despite.." Blinking rapidly and trying to keep his lips from running away with him, the aviator forced himself to take a breath and reset as best he could. "Very good reasons."
Itching at his forehead and resisting the urge to look at his notebook—he knew what the steps were, he didn't need to seem them printed out—the aviator frowned. "Well I suppose if I leave the honey here in the very capable hands of a doctor, I don't have any reason to. I was going to go to the beach and try and record what I could about what was happening in the sky, though..." Gods, was he really going to change his schedule? It made his ears hot to think about, but if he didn't, that would mean coming back here a second time which would certainly be impolite.
"..if it isn't too much of an imposition, I wonder if I could
