FINN
The name almost leaves her lips and Finn can practically taste it on his own tongue; it isn’t so bad now, having met the man who wears his face, and he rubs at the back of his neck. ”I look like Torchline’s governor,” he confirms. ”No one was more surprised than we were, I assure you.” It is still the case, in fact, and probably has contributed to his restless nights.
None of that really helps explain who he actually is, though, and he flashes a swift and lopsided smile in her direction. ”My name is Finn. Thank you again for saving me from the sea. I... don’t know how long I was out here.” A fine start. ”How is it you know Remi?”
None of that really helps explain who he actually is, though, and he flashes a swift and lopsided smile in her direction. ”My name is Finn. Thank you again for saving me from the sea. I... don’t know how long I was out here.” A fine start. ”How is it you know Remi?”
