sleep doesn't help if it's your soul that's tired
Honestly, he actually expects something a little more awkward, Finn tilting his head at her without quite meeting her gaze. Amalia is near blinding to look at, and his fingers stray to the glasses, to take them off. He seems dazed as he folds them away, the dark shadows beneath his eyes more stark for the lack of spectacles. "The Spyglass is my title - my role, as part of the Order," he explains. "I'm the head of research, for all intents and purposes."
Glancing back down at his research notes, he nods as she advises he can ask his question. "Do you know who has explored the jungles beyond Torchline, other than yourself and the Taliesins?" He furrows his brow, wondering if any Ascended have been a part of it.
Glancing back down at his research notes, he nods as she advises he can ask his question. "Do you know who has explored the jungles beyond Torchline, other than yourself and the Taliesins?" He furrows his brow, wondering if any Ascended have been a part of it.
FINN
