sleep doesn't help if it's your soul that's tired
"You might ask Cian," Finn says of the task for Frey, still trying to organise his files and slipping his pencil back into his pocket. "He would likely arrange for a group to go with you. It would be in bad taste to deny a god. Or perhaps you could ask Frey yourself," he suggests. When everything is packed and done, he's about to stand when he spots the disappointment on her face. Oblivious to the social assumption that they were now making small-talk, Finn slowly settles back on the briefcase.
"You are right," he says with a gentle nod. "I was given only a week to write this report, so I do need to get it done before the end of today. But I have a little more time. A break would be good," he confesses, conjuring a tired smile. "What's your question?"
"You are right," he says with a gentle nod. "I was given only a week to write this report, so I do need to get it done before the end of today. But I have a little more time. A break would be good," he confesses, conjuring a tired smile. "What's your question?"
FINN
