we are all broken
Finn hmms along with Tobi's explanation, as though he's actually considering the options (he's considered them before when it comes to his own preferences and they both know it), though the way the pink in his cheeks intensifies suggests that he is very much imagining a Monroe like moment. "Mm, we would not want that," he agrees, casting a sidelong glance in her direction and perhaps letting the smallest smile curl across his lips.
Then they're onto the Crimson Cataract, though, and gods at least he can concentrate on that for the time being. "Perhaps the fae would know," he suggests. "I would be concerned that it would cover too much too quickly. What if it blocked an airway?" he muses. And whilst Tobi's voice lowers, Finn's remains as steady and nonchalant as ever. "I don't think they are native to the Greatwood, no," he says, clearly missing her point. "But there are plenty to be found in King's End, so I have heard."
Then they're onto the Crimson Cataract, though, and gods at least he can concentrate on that for the time being. "Perhaps the fae would know," he suggests. "I would be concerned that it would cover too much too quickly. What if it blocked an airway?" he muses. And whilst Tobi's voice lowers, Finn's remains as steady and nonchalant as ever. "I don't think they are native to the Greatwood, no," he says, clearly missing her point. "But there are plenty to be found in King's End, so I have heard."
that’s how the light gets in
