when you are not fed love on a silver spoon, you learn to lick it off knives
"I see. Torchline is very lucky to have a place favoured by Frey," he remarks, unable to keep the pleasant surprise from his tone. It's both the intimate - that he will be spending the rest of the season in a place designed by a god for this sort of work - and the practical that has drawn him in. Already the islands have the Old Gods stamped into them. No reason to change or alter that, surely.
It's with a carefully measured inhale that Finn lets his fingers curl around Maeve's, giving her hand a squeeze in return and offering a relieved smile in return. His shoulders relax, by degrees, and he nods to her. "Thank you," he says, his voice low, as if to keep anyone else from hearing. "I confess, this is the first establishment I have been to where I was not pressured into doing the work that brings in the callers." Were it not for the Halenani's reputation, he might have thought it strange.
"If it is all the same, though, I will do what I do best. If that changes, though, I will be sure to let you know. Perhaps I can take those callers who would otherwise go without, given that the other workers are busy with monsoon season. I have no strings attached, madame." He folds the towel neatly in his lap.
It's with a carefully measured inhale that Finn lets his fingers curl around Maeve's, giving her hand a squeeze in return and offering a relieved smile in return. His shoulders relax, by degrees, and he nods to her. "Thank you," he says, his voice low, as if to keep anyone else from hearing. "I confess, this is the first establishment I have been to where I was not pressured into doing the work that brings in the callers." Were it not for the Halenani's reputation, he might have thought it strange.
"If it is all the same, though, I will do what I do best. If that changes, though, I will be sure to let you know. Perhaps I can take those callers who would otherwise go without, given that the other workers are busy with monsoon season. I have no strings attached, madame." He folds the towel neatly in his lap.
Finn?
