memory’s so treacherous
Finn can only offer a helpless sort of shrug to her, as if to tell her that it's all he's got to offer, but he's warmed to see that she feels a little bit better for it. Letting his fingers dance around the rim of the mug, his brows furrow as he considers her other points. "It seems only natural that people would come. Though I daresay that will make the Dragoons busier." Any Abandoned or (gods forbid) Ascended who try to sneak up there will soon be snatched by a variety of unpleasantness, he's sure.
"Still, if we do get visitors, perhaps you can see the world through their eyes," he suggests, rubbing at the back of his neck. Finn can certainly see the world differently, but he can't really relay that to Tobi. Nor would he want her to see the things that he can. It's enough to get extra walks for now, and Finn offers her a real smile, bright and boyish, even if it's only quick. "That sounds good. No owls stealing instruments this time."
"Still, if we do get visitors, perhaps you can see the world through their eyes," he suggests, rubbing at the back of his neck. Finn can certainly see the world differently, but he can't really relay that to Tobi. Nor would he want her to see the things that he can. It's enough to get extra walks for now, and Finn offers her a real smile, bright and boyish, even if it's only quick. "That sounds good. No owls stealing instruments this time."
one moment you’re lost in a carnival of delights
the next, it leads you somewhere you don’t want to go
FINN
