FINN
and into the forest i go,
The sound of his name has Finn jumping, the Spyglass letting out a soft sigh as he realises that he's put himself in the firing line of his favourite nurse. (That's a lie, by the way). Still, whilst he'd normally take the lecture with a small nod and hardly a glance towards her face, this time Finn blinks through his exhaustion, tilts his head, and notes her nametag. Then he reaches for a blank sheet of paper on the reception desk and a pencil, jotting down the name, folding the paper neatly and tucking it into his pocket.
"I am feeling quite unwell," he explains in a low voice. "And so I was wondering if I might be able to arrange an appointment with Doctor Hart, if you would be so kind." For now or for later, the Spyglass isn't fussy. But now would be better. Now would be ideal, actually.
"I am feeling quite unwell," he explains in a low voice. "And so I was wondering if I might be able to arrange an appointment with Doctor Hart, if you would be so kind." For now or for later, the Spyglass isn't fussy. But now would be better. Now would be ideal, actually.
to lose my mind and find my soul
