sleep doesn't help if it's your soul that's tired
Finn hasn't noticed Amalia, but he knows she's around. It's an aura he has learned to recognise, even prior to her ascension to status as demigod. He's trying to track where she might be (though whether that's so he can seek her out or avoid her is something that's unclear) when the familiar voice rings out. Startled as well, his tired eyes drag from the stone floors up to her face, and a second or two later (just long enough to be noticeable), he smiles back.
"Hello, Amalia," he says, his voice still hoarse from Halo's chill. "I was hoping I might run into you." That answers that, at least. "How are you finding Stormbreak? I had heard you were called here be the gods. I'm sorry if it displaced you from Torchline."
"Hello, Amalia," he says, his voice still hoarse from Halo's chill. "I was hoping I might run into you." That answers that, at least. "How are you finding Stormbreak? I had heard you were called here be the gods. I'm sorry if it displaced you from Torchline."
FINN
