endlessly

please don't ever become a stranger whose laugh I could recognize anywhere

Whatever attempts Finn makes to escape her canine-examination are fully ignored, though she is pleased to see he isn't frowning at her as she eventually relents. Tobi doesn't argue with the Spyglass's posture, though perhaps she ought to have. As his fingers claw on the liquid instead of the glass, Tobi huffs under her breath in a sound that's as much of a growl as it is a breathy judgement of his coordination.

Walking to the edge of the bed and letting herself more or less fall off the side of it, Tobi straightens as she shifts. Holding onto the edge of the bed for a moment as she takes a few breaths—her joints hurt, she feels like she hasn't peed in a thousand years (it's probably just been an hour), and her head is swimming with all the sudden motion—she eventually rises and picks up the glass for Finn. "Unless you became an attuned while you were away and can now drink through your fingertips...how about you try it this way." With her ponytail askew on her head and her scrubs crumpled, Tobi somehow looks better than she did the night before: her eyes look tired but aren't rimmed-red with tears, and despite having literally slept at the foot of Finn's bed, the apples of her cheeks no longer look hollowed-in with sadness.

October