sleep doesn't help if it's your soul that's tired
Appropriately scolded but unable to provide much more than confused amusement at her antics, Finn holds up his hands as if to placate her. "Alright, alright. I'll take care of my finger hats." He nods to her, though there's something reluctant in it that has never been there before. Truth be told, since the strings had been left on his desk, he hasn't touched his guitar, let alone put the new strings on it. He doesn't want to, and he can't quite place why.
Speaking of which, Tobi notices Artemide's absence as well, and Finn nods his confirmation. "No more owl," he agrees, sounding more relieved than he would like to admit. "She flew out through the skylight a few days ago. I suppose my work with her was done." Work in general, though? That's never done.
Speaking of which, Tobi notices Artemide's absence as well, and Finn nods his confirmation. "No more owl," he agrees, sounding more relieved than he would like to admit. "She flew out through the skylight a few days ago. I suppose my work with her was done." Work in general, though? That's never done.
FINN
