when you bury your pain
As Falke will soon find out, Finn seems to start coherent and then proceeds to slide swiftly towards delusion. But that can be a pleasant surprise for later. For now, he’s content to suck on his ice chips and gaze down at the sketches that Tobi has left on his cast; piano keys and musical notes. He sort of remembers that happening, glancing up at Falke as he potters about and speaks again, Finn relaxing into his pillows.
”Mmhm,” he agrees, humming the response around his ice chips, eyes slipping shut to enjoy the silence interspersed with the calm thrumming of his voice. ”I feel... foggy,” he says slowly. ”I can’t remember... how did I get here?” A frown knots his eyebrows together, the Spyglass looking pained. ”I was in my rooms. I was in the Grounds...”
”Mmhm,” he agrees, humming the response around his ice chips, eyes slipping shut to enjoy the silence interspersed with the calm thrumming of his voice. ”I feel... foggy,” he says slowly. ”I can’t remember... how did I get here?” A frown knots his eyebrows together, the Spyglass looking pained. ”I was in my rooms. I was in the Grounds...”
THE SPYGLASS
you only strengthen its roots
