sleep doesn't help if it's your soul that's tired
He follows her into the kitchen, talking it all in with careful glances and quiet contemplation, his gaze eventually landing on Amalia where she stands slicing the bread. He doesn't think he's ever seen the Shield looking quite so at home, even in the Hollowed Grounds where she was born. Then a plate is being pushes his way, Finn drawing up to stand on the other side of the counter, quietly thanking her. He's peering into the empty up when she speaks again, stormy eyes flicking up towards her face.
"I am sure one of the Order would be happy to give you a tour of the place. They would be able to choose a time when it isn't so lively," he says softly. "Gideon, perhaps. He could show you the temple at the same time. I imagine he would be quite interested in speaking with you." That's the Spyglass's guess, anyway.
He tries and fails to stop the pink flush to his cheeks as she calls him a friend, and there's something quietly sad in the smile he shoots towards her. "I don't think it will take you long to make more friends here. I am not particularly good at it, to be honest. Friendship, I mean."
"I am sure one of the Order would be happy to give you a tour of the place. They would be able to choose a time when it isn't so lively," he says softly. "Gideon, perhaps. He could show you the temple at the same time. I imagine he would be quite interested in speaking with you." That's the Spyglass's guess, anyway.
He tries and fails to stop the pink flush to his cheeks as she calls him a friend, and there's something quietly sad in the smile he shoots towards her. "I don't think it will take you long to make more friends here. I am not particularly good at it, to be honest. Friendship, I mean."
FINN
