sleep doesn't help if it's your soul that's tired
"Oh, you don't have to--" But she's already getting a cover for his tea, Finn straightening up and mumbling a thank you to the floor. He drifts back into the main room under her direction, gathering his coat, his briefcase and the rest of his belongings. There's barely enough room to hold the cup once Amalia hands it over to him, Finn offering her a quick smile for her trouble. "I'll be sure to do that," he says about returning it, though when he'll have the time (or the social fortitude) is beyond him.
"It was good to see you too, Amalia. I hope that you settle into Stormbreak without too much trouble," he says, seeming quite bedraggled after shrugging into his coat, stepping out of the door and glancing over his shoulder to her. "I'll need the luck, thank you." Another faint smirk. "Good luck with... well. Good luck." Without further ado, he ghosts away down the corridor, back into the depths of the Tower.
~FIN
"It was good to see you too, Amalia. I hope that you settle into Stormbreak without too much trouble," he says, seeming quite bedraggled after shrugging into his coat, stepping out of the door and glancing over his shoulder to her. "I'll need the luck, thank you." Another faint smirk. "Good luck with... well. Good luck." Without further ado, he ghosts away down the corridor, back into the depths of the Tower.
~FIN
FINN
