sleep doesn't help if it's your soul that's tired
"It has its moments," Finn confesses softly, busy adding her embellishments or comments. Given that he started the document in front of her, he isn't secretive about the notes, though whilst Amalia doesn't notice how close she's getting, the Spyglass certainly does. She leans away at last and he rubs at the back of his neck, glancing over the page of work he's written before seeming satisfied, flicking the file shut. "We... have an Artificer," he says suddently. "She would be able to install a skylight for you, in your rooms. If you were interested."
Gathering the rest of the files and stacking them neatly again, Finn considers her question with a moment of quiet. "Melita from Torchline - she told me about the voyage in the Arclight. Alina, a Fae from the Greatwood, explained the dust storms to me. And Loren, a man in Halo, had experience with the lightning storms," he replies. "I have no further questions for you, though. Thank you for your help."
Gathering the rest of the files and stacking them neatly again, Finn considers her question with a moment of quiet. "Melita from Torchline - she told me about the voyage in the Arclight. Alina, a Fae from the Greatwood, explained the dust storms to me. And Loren, a man in Halo, had experience with the lightning storms," he replies. "I have no further questions for you, though. Thank you for your help."
FINN
