FINN
Naturally, Finn has no idea where to look (but he knows where he wants to look) as Frey rolls in the grass and generally enjoys themselves in a way that is both freeing and difficult to watch. "It is a shame," he agrees in a whisper, wiggling his toes in his shoes and swallowing hard. But then they throw a curveball his way that has the Spyglass glancing up in surprise.
From peaches to trauma to peeing on a wound, he tilts his head slowly. But Frey has phrased the analogy in such a way that Finn can't not understand it, and he gives a slow nod. "Oh," he says. "My wound is not a jellyfish sting, so... actual urine will not work. But I think I know what you mean. Thank you."
It is a very bemused Spyglass who leaves the shrine, though there's something in his eyes that suggests gears have started to turn.
~FIN
From peaches to trauma to peeing on a wound, he tilts his head slowly. But Frey has phrased the analogy in such a way that Finn can't not understand it, and he gives a slow nod. "Oh," he says. "My wound is not a jellyfish sting, so... actual urine will not work. But I think I know what you mean. Thank you."
It is a very bemused Spyglass who leaves the shrine, though there's something in his eyes that suggests gears have started to turn.
~FIN
