FINN
the spyglass
”You did the right thing,” Finn murmurs, despite not knowing what she’s actually done. Either way, it has allowed a lot of the fog to clear from his mind, and it’s still soothing through him now, whatever was in the water. She moves back and he reaches up to wipe his eyes, taking note of the needle in his arm with a softly furrowed brow. ”I feel very, very foolish,” he murmurs, feebly trying to get himself into a sitting position.
Falke managed to make the bed do... something, before, he thinks. It made the bed move, but Finn doesn’t have the patience for that right now. ”How long...?” he asks, taking in the clinic room with stormy eyes growing clearer by the second. ”Water was the cure...?” His hand comes up again suddenly, as if trying to take off his glasses, and he seems puzzled to find nothing there.
Falke managed to make the bed do... something, before, he thinks. It made the bed move, but Finn doesn’t have the patience for that right now. ”How long...?” he asks, taking in the clinic room with stormy eyes growing clearer by the second. ”Water was the cure...?” His hand comes up again suddenly, as if trying to take off his glasses, and he seems puzzled to find nothing there.
