my demons, though quiet, are never quite silenced
Finn is not lost, but nor has he intended to be found either. After the meeting, he has taken himself into the Archive for research purposes, intending to tease out anything that was said or suggested that might help with the sudden influx of new Ascended. His notes from the meeting have been packed away very carefully, so the Spyglass is empty handed as he peruses the shelves. Indeed, he has just found something he thinks might be worth investigation when he realises he is not alone in the stacks.
Turning his head, his curls a soft mess falling about his face, his tired eyes catch on the sight of Amalia facing one of the walls. Long fingers pause in their reach for the book he's found, and he clears his throat awkwardly. "Are you feeling alright?" Obviously not by the fact that he's quite certain she's crying, but expecting any more from Finn is a bit much.
Turning his head, his curls a soft mess falling about his face, his tired eyes catch on the sight of Amalia facing one of the walls. Long fingers pause in their reach for the book he's found, and he clears his throat awkwardly. "Are you feeling alright?" Obviously not by the fact that he's quite certain she's crying, but expecting any more from Finn is a bit much.
FINN
