sleep doesn't help if it's your soul that's tired
"Hardly," Finn protests as expected, though he is smiling at being called someone's hero. Unsurprisingly, it's not a title that gets passed to the Spyglass all that often. Stacking their plates and cups at the end of the table where they can be picked up, he tilts his head as she ponders over the menu. "No, I don't think the Taliesins were going to be involved," he murmurs, not sounding as though he particularly wants to talk about it, but that is often what the Lullaby brings out in him.
"I met with Remi and told him I didn't expect him to go. So it's strange that all of a sudden..." He shakes his head. "They must have changed their minds, I suppose."
His lips part to suggest the fruit cake she's been eyeing when the men pipe up again, and Finn's jaw feathers to stop himself from responding. "Sure," he murmurs. "Do you want to get this?"
"I met with Remi and told him I didn't expect him to go. So it's strange that all of a sudden..." He shakes his head. "They must have changed their minds, I suppose."
His lips part to suggest the fruit cake she's been eyeing when the men pipe up again, and Finn's jaw feathers to stop himself from responding. "Sure," he murmurs. "Do you want to get this?"
FINN
