sleep doesn't help if it's your soul that's tired
Partially distracted by crackers, cheese and their son, Finn glances up just in time for Tobi to steamroll past his need to respond (something he absolutely appreciates, given the dimples in his cheeks), and he settles down to nibble on more snacks while she describes more about the earth's saddlelites and planets and things. "Huh," he says, clearly not understanding Outlander lore, but finding it interesting nonetheless.
"Eight planets... I haven't ever read about any other planets. And if we aren't as large as this earth place, would it..." Finn furrows his brow, and clearly he's mildly irked that he can't make sense of it. "Surely Safrin would have mentioned it," he says eventually, settling on it given that he can't decide on a theory for himself. "As for us, I think we have travelled quite far enough just going to the Wilds."
"Eight planets... I haven't ever read about any other planets. And if we aren't as large as this earth place, would it..." Finn furrows his brow, and clearly he's mildly irked that he can't make sense of it. "Surely Safrin would have mentioned it," he says eventually, settling on it given that he can't decide on a theory for himself. "As for us, I think we have travelled quite far enough just going to the Wilds."
FINN
