FINN
”Almost all,” Finn murmurs - though someone may have already spoken to Sunjata in the time since he’s been... well. Helping to clean up after dead children, not sleeping, getting mugged and so on. ”If that’s true, though, then... yes. I suppose I will be going home.” Back to the smell of dark wood and old books and the feel of cool stone underfoot. Back to his study and his solitude.
He blinks over at Remi, a smile hidden beneath the blanket, and nods gently. ”It was about time I woke anyway,” he mumbles, mostly to cover the awkward feeling at someone... checking on him. People don’t check on Finn - he checks on himself, and when he fails he deals with it. ”Your shirt? Oh, yes... you did. Leave it, I mean.”
Catching his own foggy thinking, a frown furrows his brow, and he begins the laborious process of getting his elbows under him to start trying to sit up. ”That medicine must be good stuff. I don’t even remember falling asleep.”
He blinks over at Remi, a smile hidden beneath the blanket, and nods gently. ”It was about time I woke anyway,” he mumbles, mostly to cover the awkward feeling at someone... checking on him. People don’t check on Finn - he checks on himself, and when he fails he deals with it. ”Your shirt? Oh, yes... you did. Leave it, I mean.”
Catching his own foggy thinking, a frown furrows his brow, and he begins the laborious process of getting his elbows under him to start trying to sit up. ”That medicine must be good stuff. I don’t even remember falling asleep.”
