FINN
and into the forest i go,
He shouldn’t be here. Not this close, certainly not speaking - and gods if it doesn’t occur to him to run right away. Regrettably Finn is still trying to stop his diaphragm from pitching a fit, and he couldn’t run anywhere if he tried. ”I’m alright,” he manages with the faintest of smiles, accepting the file back and forcing himself to straighten. A few steady inhales and he’s at least halfway back to normal breathing capacity - and thus the panic is able to flood back in.
”I see,” he murmurs, knowing exactly how long she’s been back for, and where she has come back from, and the potential consequences of such a trip. But he can’t say any of that, so he lingers awkwardly instead. ”Oh, just... a day or so. I had a few errands to run,” he explains, huffing out another breath and seeming to be recovered. ”I... are you staying at the inn?”
”I see,” he murmurs, knowing exactly how long she’s been back for, and where she has come back from, and the potential consequences of such a trip. But he can’t say any of that, so he lingers awkwardly instead. ”Oh, just... a day or so. I had a few errands to run,” he explains, huffing out another breath and seeming to be recovered. ”I... are you staying at the inn?”
to lose my mind and find my soul
