sleep doesn't help if it's your soul that's tired
Finn raises his eyebrows as the owl hops aside, and a sad smile tugs at his lips to see the strings shimmering on the desk. "Ah, that's right," he says softly - the turbulence of life as of late has made him forgetful of the reasons behind his decision to look after Artemide in the first place. "I will be sure to give my thanks to Safrin. And to you." He inclines his head, though he doesn't move to touch the guitar strings.
"I suppose this is goodbye, then?" he guesses of Artemide, tilting his head at her as if expecting her to soar away through the skylight like a ghost. She's been so much like a ghost since her arrival in his life, it would make sense for her departure to be the same.
"I suppose this is goodbye, then?" he guesses of Artemide, tilting his head at her as if expecting her to soar away through the skylight like a ghost. She's been so much like a ghost since her arrival in his life, it would make sense for her departure to be the same.
FINN
