FINN
the spyglass
Finn merely raises an eyebrow at October; it’s the first time someone has referred to him as being anything like a man, he thinks, and he chooses to take it a something of a compliment. He doesn’t look like much of one currently, though, as evidenced by the struggles she has in trying to find a vein to take blood. ”Well, I do like to give you a challenge,” he murmurs, watching without flinching as she searches to try and do the blood work.
It might be a one sided conversation, but Finn listens very carefully anyway, tilting his head at she continues about her strange, time-slowed room. ”Seraphina?” he asks, his brow furrowing a bit. ”Nothing is impossible, but it does not sounds easy.” His eyes are still on the needle, and if they notice the blush on her face (or why it might be there), he makes no indication of it.
”Will I be able to go to my rooms again soon?”
It might be a one sided conversation, but Finn listens very carefully anyway, tilting his head at she continues about her strange, time-slowed room. ”Seraphina?” he asks, his brow furrowing a bit. ”Nothing is impossible, but it does not sounds easy.” His eyes are still on the needle, and if they notice the blush on her face (or why it might be there), he makes no indication of it.
”Will I be able to go to my rooms again soon?”
