FINN
the spyglass
It’s a sad reality, that there’s give and take in all things. Finn’s feverish insanity makes him whimsical and even sociable, to an extent, and with the return of lucidity is a return to his introverted self. So he (of course) misses all the social cues that suggests Doctor Hart is uncomfortable or guilty, and he’s trying to focus besides, on her questions. ”I remember... being at the Hollowed Grounds. I met with the Shield of Safrin - it was accidental, but I believe that’s how I got sick.”
With a sigh, he tries to continue, rubbing at his forehead. ”I confined myself to the room at the inn. I messaged Cian. He told me to come home, and I... I was coming home.” It all blurs, then, into swimming colours and pain and fog. ”I thought I was drowning, with the Shield... and then I heard your voice. I remember the volcano, at Torchline... and Ludo’s chosen. I hung from my leg, from the Falling. And I was at the Silk Houses... Then I hurt my hand.”
He is sick, she’s right, and he accepts the cup of water as she adds the ice cubes to it. ”Thank you,” he murmurs, sipping at it carefully.
With a sigh, he tries to continue, rubbing at his forehead. ”I confined myself to the room at the inn. I messaged Cian. He told me to come home, and I... I was coming home.” It all blurs, then, into swimming colours and pain and fog. ”I thought I was drowning, with the Shield... and then I heard your voice. I remember the volcano, at Torchline... and Ludo’s chosen. I hung from my leg, from the Falling. And I was at the Silk Houses... Then I hurt my hand.”
He is sick, she’s right, and he accepts the cup of water as she adds the ice cubes to it. ”Thank you,” he murmurs, sipping at it carefully.
