FINN
The information gets filed away for later, the Spyglass committing to memory the names, the gods, the properties of the sphere. Interesting, that of the four mentioned, three are on the list for the Order to seek out and speak to. And two of them, well, Finn has already met. ”I’ve spoken to her,” he says of Amalia. ”A couple of times, actually. Though never on official business.” His cheeks colour too, but it’s for an entirely different reason; a mix of embarrassment and something else, something he doesn’t yet have words for.
Humming out a disbelieving and boyish sort of agreement, he barely hides the smile that wants to creep across his face. Shame you’ll never get to see it, huh Remi. ”I guess so,” he says, before sighing deeply (as best his ribs allow, anyway). ”I suppose I should try to... have a day, then. Unless you’d like to join me for breakfast. Or... whatever meal this time of day requires.”
Humming out a disbelieving and boyish sort of agreement, he barely hides the smile that wants to creep across his face. Shame you’ll never get to see it, huh Remi. ”I guess so,” he says, before sighing deeply (as best his ribs allow, anyway). ”I suppose I should try to... have a day, then. Unless you’d like to join me for breakfast. Or... whatever meal this time of day requires.”
