my demons, though quiet, are never quite silenced
Finn nods gentle understanding that Amalia has enough springs water to last until something more permanent can be arranged; the last thing any of them need is for the sickness to begin affecting Vi's demigod when the business about this machine is rearing its head. As for where he is staying until they head to Halo? He nods off down the beach, having already mentioned where he was headed when he first arrived. "I was going to get another room at the inn, until it was time to leave," he explains, only to abruptly cut off as her whisper hits the air, barely audible.
The Spyglass clears his throat, raking his fingers through his curls, and his cheeks flush pink with the implication that he might be mishearing or misunderstanding things. "I'm sorry?" he asks, his own tone lowering somewhat. "I... I don't use the portals," he tries again. "I was going to head straight to Halo with my compass. I can take another person, but it isn't... ideal. Or pleasant." Extreme nausea rarely is.
The Spyglass clears his throat, raking his fingers through his curls, and his cheeks flush pink with the implication that he might be mishearing or misunderstanding things. "I'm sorry?" he asks, his own tone lowering somewhat. "I... I don't use the portals," he tries again. "I was going to head straight to Halo with my compass. I can take another person, but it isn't... ideal. Or pleasant." Extreme nausea rarely is.
FINN
