mirage

Tobi

The salt from your fingers won't help. Why not use some of the extra cloth? Tobi might have suggested were she present for this. But she isn't, and as Finn makes his hands into a make-shift-bowl, the dog in October is more than eager to press her mouth against his palms to lap up all that was on offer.

The best thing he'd done so far is not to simply pour the water he has entirely into her mouth. And so after a few moments, Tobi's eyes do open. She doesn't see much at first; Finn is a blur of brown against a sky that's blisteringly pale. "-nn-"  She tries, but her throat is raw, and quickly she realizes it isn't worth it. Blinking again, her eyelids feeling scratchy, Tobi groans against the sudden onslaught of a headache that pounds between her temples.

"Finn?" It's the glasses that give him away. The shine of them hides the blue of his eyes and the aura of the sun bleeds his curls into nothing, but the glasses? It has to be Finn. "..ho..w?" She wonders, and he'll likely understand that to mean how are you here. Really though she's wondering how he can carry her, when it means touching her more than, even in this state of severe dehydration, she knows he's comfortable with.

Don't make it bad
take a sad song and make it b e t t e r

Code taken from Sky who is utter perfection