my demons, though quiet, are never quite silenced
Something about Finn - some strand of tension, perhaps - seems to snap and relax in him to hear that the Taliesins are not in Torchline. Quite why he is still so perturbed by the prospect of meeting with Remi again is beyond the Spyglass, and he puts it down to a memory from when he was sick. That would explain things, at least somewhat. Amalia sits but Finn remains standing, hearing her out with his eyes on the barely discernible waves.
"My compass still works, yes. It will bring me to the Temple in your Hollowed Grounds," he explains. "I can attempt to speak with Phoebe and Delphia in your stead, if you like, and we can meet there in a few days." As for Wessex? Finn's smile comes nowhere near his eyes. "Then perhaps we should ensure that she does not find out."
"My compass still works, yes. It will bring me to the Temple in your Hollowed Grounds," he explains. "I can attempt to speak with Phoebe and Delphia in your stead, if you like, and we can meet there in a few days." As for Wessex? Finn's smile comes nowhere near his eyes. "Then perhaps we should ensure that she does not find out."
FINN
