my demons, though quiet, are never quite silenced
"I am not sure either," Finn says, but the way his mouth is still dry and clumsy does lead him to reach for a bottle of something sweet (it's got sparkling water, figs and honey in it, so at least it tastes good). Uncorking it and managing a small sip, he's at least a bit more capable of answering Talyson with something else to focus on that isn't the memory of a golden skinned deity.
"You ought to sit down," he says, belatedly realising that the man before him has been through quite a shock. As for why Frey? Awkward though the ex-Spyglass may be, it is only around his son that he tries to shield the truth. So alas, Tal will get the uncensored version. "I used to work at Mother Molly's - a brothel in the Silk Houses," he says, carefully seating himself between some chocolate coated strawberries and a plate bejewelled by pomegranate seeds.
"It has just become habit," he admits. "And Frey has always been kind to me. I am not comfortable in the water, so..." So this made sense.
"You ought to sit down," he says, belatedly realising that the man before him has been through quite a shock. As for why Frey? Awkward though the ex-Spyglass may be, it is only around his son that he tries to shield the truth. So alas, Tal will get the uncensored version. "I used to work at Mother Molly's - a brothel in the Silk Houses," he says, carefully seating himself between some chocolate coated strawberries and a plate bejewelled by pomegranate seeds.
"It has just become habit," he admits. "And Frey has always been kind to me. I am not comfortable in the water, so..." So this made sense.
FINN
