sleep doesn't help if it's your soul that's tired
He won't look at her, but the tone of voice is different, and that's something Finn notices. "Are you alright, Doctor Hart?" he asks softly, knowing that there is very little he can do about it even if she isn't okay. (Which, you know, she absolutely isn't, but that's a fog of nothing to the Spyglass at present). Then she's asking about the snapdragon, and... well, 'a lot' and 'often' is absolutely correct, but this is Finn, even with a whore's face.
He reaches down to snag the bag he'd taken with him, setting it on his lap and sorting through it until he finds the small box he's looking for. Within it are two carefully folded paper parcels. The first only contains a few gems of snapdragon, after the season away; small crimson teadrops that slip effortlessly under the tongue, the effect is potent, but it's not exactly long-lasting. "I average four per day, in a cluster towards the end of the evening," he says after briefly counting through them.
"Then a bump of dreamdust before I sleep, or when I first wake." Depends on if he wants to forget about the day that's just happened, or put off the one about to come.
He reaches down to snag the bag he'd taken with him, setting it on his lap and sorting through it until he finds the small box he's looking for. Within it are two carefully folded paper parcels. The first only contains a few gems of snapdragon, after the season away; small crimson teadrops that slip effortlessly under the tongue, the effect is potent, but it's not exactly long-lasting. "I average four per day, in a cluster towards the end of the evening," he says after briefly counting through them.
"Then a bump of dreamdust before I sleep, or when I first wake." Depends on if he wants to forget about the day that's just happened, or put off the one about to come.
FINN
