my demons, though quiet, are never quite silenced
"It can be rather crowded," Finn agrees of the Silk Houses in general, let alone the nooks and crannies inside Mother Molly's. In another situation perhaps it would bring back some traumatic memories of the place - in any other situation, actually - but with the memory of Frey so fresh in his mind, and perhaps the shock of almost seeing another man drown, he's remarkably calm and happy on the blanket with his sparkling water.
"Cold? I suppose you would be if you were outside," he murmurs. Molly's girls and boys didn't need to walk the streets, though - their custom came to them. Still, Tal's steadfast opinion on unfrozen water is enough to have him raise his eyebrows, the ex-Spyglass stifling a smile as he takes another sip of his drink. "I daresay those in Torchline feel the same way about ice and snow."
"Cold? I suppose you would be if you were outside," he murmurs. Molly's girls and boys didn't need to walk the streets, though - their custom came to them. Still, Tal's steadfast opinion on unfrozen water is enough to have him raise his eyebrows, the ex-Spyglass stifling a smile as he takes another sip of his drink. "I daresay those in Torchline feel the same way about ice and snow."
FINN
