FINN
”What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger,” Finn says of Amalia’s capacity to heal, the Spyglass nonetheless letting his thoughts wander to the windswept baker on the beach that day. Still, it had been pleasant, not to talk of business with her. ”Alas, Dorian had that pleasure as well,” he says. ”He is rather adept at speaking with heroic types.” Like your husband. It goes unsaid, like the rest of Remi’s sentence, but they both know what it means.
Carefully, Finn starts to move himself about, drawing back the entirely too comfortable blanket and easing himself to sit at the edge of the bed. ”I shall do my best not to invoke the wrath of either of you,” he decides pointedly, given that it was precisely against his aims to do so. ”And on the contrary - having breakfast is the start of my having a day. I just didn’t know if you had better places to be.” Like with that aforementioned husband.
The prospect of flying or moving more than anything close to plain and simple upright is enough to pull the colour from Finn’s cheeks, and he gives an awkward smile. ”A walk sounds just fine,” he says, though actually getting up requires a touch more courage.
Carefully, Finn starts to move himself about, drawing back the entirely too comfortable blanket and easing himself to sit at the edge of the bed. ”I shall do my best not to invoke the wrath of either of you,” he decides pointedly, given that it was precisely against his aims to do so. ”And on the contrary - having breakfast is the start of my having a day. I just didn’t know if you had better places to be.” Like with that aforementioned husband.
The prospect of flying or moving more than anything close to plain and simple upright is enough to pull the colour from Finn’s cheeks, and he gives an awkward smile. ”A walk sounds just fine,” he says, though actually getting up requires a touch more courage.
