sleep doesn't help if it's your soul that's tired
Finn is rarely comfortable, and surely Amalia must be aware of that right now, so he merely offers a wry smile as she picks herself up off the bench and leads them down corridors that the Spyglass, in comparison, knows like the back of his hand. "I can spare half an hour," he says. "I only just got back, after all. I probably ought to give myself some time to take a breath before starting the report."
He heads up the steps, knowing that they're about to come to a dead ended corridor which must obviously be her rooms. Still, as she informs him that it's his 'turn', he can't help but raise his eyebrows in honest confusion. "I have already asked you all the questions about the storms," he says slowly, as if not understanding. "Or did you want me to ask about other things...?"
He heads up the steps, knowing that they're about to come to a dead ended corridor which must obviously be her rooms. Still, as she informs him that it's his 'turn', he can't help but raise his eyebrows in honest confusion. "I have already asked you all the questions about the storms," he says slowly, as if not understanding. "Or did you want me to ask about other things...?"
FINN
