when we used to sing

Standing in the sunlight laughing, Hiding behind a rainbow's wall

You sort of wish Finn would have stuck his toe in the tap, if only to add some levity to what is surely the strangest encounter the pair of you have had together. He doesn't though and neither of you are any worse for it. You rise as he does and for a moment you have the strangest urge to ruffle his curls with the towel and dry him off yourself. You resist though, thinking it probably best not to make light of this aspect of the situation, and so you merely hand Finn the towel with a smile. Leaning to turn off the water you step to give him room, a hand extended should he need it for balance. This is all done quite perfunctorily, and while some might think you cold not to be fawning over every movement Finn makes, you know that despite this illness, the man before you is one who likes to do things for himself. Despite your need to cuddle him like a puppy, his needs are front of mind.

Glancing at his dirty clothes, you think briefly about asking him for a bag so that you can clean them up, but getting him into bed is more of a priority. Continuing to hum under your breath, you wait until Finn has dried himself as much as he is going to, before holding out the feather to him. "Until it's cleaned you probably shouldn't keep it close..is there somewhere we can put it?" You ask, opening the door. A cold rush of air sweeps in as you do so, and while it might not be pleasant for Finn, you're more than happy with the assistance in keeping him cool.

October