Tobi
She doesn't understand. And even later, were it all spelled out for her, she'd do it the same. Consent is everything for Finn, and Tobi will never be the one to guess and get it wrong with him.
Smiling sweetly, Tobi nods and rises. Instead of going toward a locked cabinet that holds all manner of medical elixers, she instead reaches for two mugs. They are mismatched and one is slightly chipped, but they are fondly held and lovingly filled. No magic or medicine is added. Just clover honey and a sprig of cinnamon bark.
Returning to Finn, Tobi doesn't plop down as bonelessly as she had done before lest she spill the tea. Instead, she reaches out with a foot to drag a small table closer so that she might set the mugs on it. Leaning back, her shoulder against the couch to regard Finn, the doctor takes a breath. "I'd like to know what happened. All of it. From Apopo, to the dreams in between when Ronin had to wake you up, up until today." Reaching for the blanket, upturned slightly from where she'd moved it aside to get the tea, Tobi now settles it back around herself, before holding up the corner closest to Finn. Sit back, and talk to me? the gesture indicates, as does the curve of her brows beneath her bangs.
She wasn't Falke, listening just to diagnose. Not Cian, nor other members of the Order who might wonder if Finn could be trusted to do his job. She wasn't anyone other than Tobi; if only that might be enough.
Smiling sweetly, Tobi nods and rises. Instead of going toward a locked cabinet that holds all manner of medical elixers, she instead reaches for two mugs. They are mismatched and one is slightly chipped, but they are fondly held and lovingly filled. No magic or medicine is added. Just clover honey and a sprig of cinnamon bark.
Returning to Finn, Tobi doesn't plop down as bonelessly as she had done before lest she spill the tea. Instead, she reaches out with a foot to drag a small table closer so that she might set the mugs on it. Leaning back, her shoulder against the couch to regard Finn, the doctor takes a breath. "I'd like to know what happened. All of it. From Apopo, to the dreams in between when Ronin had to wake you up, up until today." Reaching for the blanket, upturned slightly from where she'd moved it aside to get the tea, Tobi now settles it back around herself, before holding up the corner closest to Finn. Sit back, and talk to me? the gesture indicates, as does the curve of her brows beneath her bangs.
She wasn't Falke, listening just to diagnose. Not Cian, nor other members of the Order who might wonder if Finn could be trusted to do his job. She wasn't anyone other than Tobi; if only that might be enough.
Don't make it bad
take a sad song and make it b e t t e r
take a sad song and make it b e t t e r
Code taken from Sky who is utter perfection
