FINN
and into the forest i go,
"You have paid for mine enough times. Let us consider ourselves even," Finn suggests, his smile trying for self-deprecating but ending up dark. She has bathed the sand and soot from his skin after his fever-jaunt through Apopo; she's splinted and bandaged his hand after he broke it in a delirious fit of panic. And that's just scratching the surface. But even so...
Okay, she says. Finn closes his eyes, as if she's just given him permission to be precisely the opposite of okay, and if there was a seat anywhere nearby, he might have just slumped into it. But instead, when his eyes open again, it's Tobi holding out her hand, and the Spyglass reaches out gratefully to take it. "I don't know what I need," he whispers, his free hand rubbing at his forehead. "Company, maybe. I just... I'm tired of being tired."
Okay, she says. Finn closes his eyes, as if she's just given him permission to be precisely the opposite of okay, and if there was a seat anywhere nearby, he might have just slumped into it. But instead, when his eyes open again, it's Tobi holding out her hand, and the Spyglass reaches out gratefully to take it. "I don't know what I need," he whispers, his free hand rubbing at his forehead. "Company, maybe. I just... I'm tired of being tired."
to lose my mind and find my soul
