FINN
Oblivious to the suspicion and unsettled feelings that will somehow dog his footsteps in these lines of questioning, Finn merely continues on with his notes, tilting the pages up once more so it's easier to write when he realises that Melita hasn't found anything interesting in them. With a sigh, he finishes jotting down his thoughts and raises his gaze to consider her remarks. "With the length of them, perhaps it was a mere accident," he ventures, though the tone of his voice suggests that it isn't likely.
The ghost whale attacks, too, and their unusual frequency... that speaks to a turbulence that is at odds with the apparent lowering of the storms. "That is very odd," he murmurs. "Would that I knew more about the ocean. Do you have anything that might repel them?" he wonders, before shaking his head clear and offering the girl another polite smile. "Thank you," he says. "It sounds like a short trip, but necessarily so. If there's nothing more that you can recall, I'll let you get on with your day."
The ghost whale attacks, too, and their unusual frequency... that speaks to a turbulence that is at odds with the apparent lowering of the storms. "That is very odd," he murmurs. "Would that I knew more about the ocean. Do you have anything that might repel them?" he wonders, before shaking his head clear and offering the girl another polite smile. "Thank you," he says. "It sounds like a short trip, but necessarily so. If there's nothing more that you can recall, I'll let you get on with your day."
