FINN
It’s far too early for a barrage of personal questions, but that doesn’t stop Remi. And Finn is too foggy to do much more than answer them. ”Mmhm. We go where the information is,” he says, words tapering off momentarily so he can get himself sat up with a wince and a grumble of unhappiness. Taking a few moments to breathe once he’s upright - and another few to let his head clear from the dizziness, he sluggishly reaches out for the water.
”It’s called Stormbreak,” he says, taking a slow, small sip from the glass. ”But you didn’t hear that. You heard: I’m not at liberty to discuss that.” A small smirk, fired at Remi across the room. Finn replaces the glass, fingers brushing over a pale feather, and he tilts his head. ”What’s this?” he asks.
There’s a flush of colour to his pale cheeks, hearing he fell asleep quickly. ”I don’t hear that all too often.”
”It’s called Stormbreak,” he says, taking a slow, small sip from the glass. ”But you didn’t hear that. You heard: I’m not at liberty to discuss that.” A small smirk, fired at Remi across the room. Finn replaces the glass, fingers brushing over a pale feather, and he tilts his head. ”What’s this?” he asks.
There’s a flush of colour to his pale cheeks, hearing he fell asleep quickly. ”I don’t hear that all too often.”
