FINN
Finn’s fingers are indeed softer than Remi’s; the only callouses can be found on his fingertips, though honestly, the feel of the Alchemist’s hand in his is a distant thing compared to the wide expanse of water beneath his feet. For a second he thinks he might see his breakfast a second time, blinking a couple of times as Remi’s words register. ”Along the coast, unsurprisingly, sounds preferable,” he manages.
Only then does he realise his hand is still gripping the Alchemist’s, and Finn releases him abruptly, his eyes flicking briefly to the Hel tucked under his arm as if to check that it hasn’t mysteriously disappeared. ”So we just...walk.” Even taking a step feels bizarre, but the water supports his weight well enough, so Finn just keeps going, trying to focus on the stretch of beach nearby.
Only then does he realise his hand is still gripping the Alchemist’s, and Finn releases him abruptly, his eyes flicking briefly to the Hel tucked under his arm as if to check that it hasn’t mysteriously disappeared. ”So we just...walk.” Even taking a step feels bizarre, but the water supports his weight well enough, so Finn just keeps going, trying to focus on the stretch of beach nearby.
