Re: Panacea | 4-15-2020 | Evening
Eva's heart hurt. Her father hadn't mentioned it earlier. Of course he hadn't. He didn't think anyone deserved her pity vote or the droplets from her bleeding heart. Forge knew when to deny someone the edge. Or at least he thought he did. "I know you can all take care of it, but I might reach out to Jean and see if there's anything I can do, or anyone on my team. Is he going to be rooming at the school or-" Right. There was a serious matter at hand. She'd address Brayden's situation sooner than later, however.
She loved being spoken of as if she weren't present! She closed her eyes as she reached for the refill of she'd had brought in. Sip. Her father's skepticism was almost corporeal. "I don't know if I can agree to your line of thinking - borderline kismet testimonial." Silverclouds tended to give convention the bird. "But if a little tutelage could help matters..." Did Eva have a power complex? Not really. Did she think she could handle anything thrown at her while carrying a martyric aspiration? Sometimes it seemed that way. She looked to her father after breaking prolonged eye contact with Nathaniel. "Is this something you'd approve of?" The matter was personal to Jon. It was his private ordeal. "The risks are why I said no," she then shot a look at Nate, "ten times, but I want your blessing before I entertain this. Do you think the kids would be safe? Really safe?" Astral beasties were like sharks in that they smelled blood in the water. Even if it had yet to be spilled.