Falke
“That’s normal,” Falk assures him, before going to the door, poking his head out, and reaching for something - or is handed (does it matter?) a bowl of soup.
“Doctor Hart and I brought you down from your room when you hurt your hand.” And fuck, what a mess that was. How they managed to avoid seeing anyone is still a Rae-brought miracle, and it’ll be an even bigger one if they can keep his place here a secret from Cian. But none of those thoughts now, he worries plenty about it outside of this room. Placing the bowl and spoon on the little table, Falke now does indeed hover, just in case Finn needs assistance eating.
“Why were in you in the Grounds?” he asks gently, aware that last time Tobi had mentioned Amalia, the hand had happened, and he isn’t keen on evoking that kind of reaction.
“Doctor Hart and I brought you down from your room when you hurt your hand.” And fuck, what a mess that was. How they managed to avoid seeing anyone is still a Rae-brought miracle, and it’ll be an even bigger one if they can keep his place here a secret from Cian. But none of those thoughts now, he worries plenty about it outside of this room. Placing the bowl and spoon on the little table, Falke now does indeed hover, just in case Finn needs assistance eating.
“Why were in you in the Grounds?” he asks gently, aware that last time Tobi had mentioned Amalia, the hand had happened, and he isn’t keen on evoking that kind of reaction.
oh we're human, only human
like a moth to a flame, flickering so dangerously
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