FINN
the spyglass
"That is true - there is always time," Finn remarks of the ground and its need for bandaging, glancing around now to check for any more wayward dressings. He doesn't notice any, and thus returns his attention to Lena as she begins to speak again. Eyebrows raising a little, he finds a slight smile on his lips to hear that she is associated with the Celestine, nodding his understanding. "I walk there often," he says - these days it's even true. "Is the unicorn still there, do you know?"
The creature that healed his hand, at least, doesn't seem to be in need of the bandages - something that Finn finds himself feeling glad of. "Dragons, you say? You would have thought that they would be more well behaved in a place like Stormbreak." What with the Dragoons and all. But then she's bounced the question back onto him, and he glances at the Tower again quite without thinking.
"I work at the Tower, as a researcher," he explains. Throwing names like Order and Spyglass around really aren't Finn's vibe.
The creature that healed his hand, at least, doesn't seem to be in need of the bandages - something that Finn finds himself feeling glad of. "Dragons, you say? You would have thought that they would be more well behaved in a place like Stormbreak." What with the Dragoons and all. But then she's bounced the question back onto him, and he glances at the Tower again quite without thinking.
"I work at the Tower, as a researcher," he explains. Throwing names like Order and Spyglass around really aren't Finn's vibe.
