we are all broken
Tuck himself away Finn does, clearing his throat and looking appropriately sheepish now that they are getting back to some semblance of normal. "Things that you packed, so they must have purpose," he insists, because the doctor is nothing if not a practical sort. Regardless, the Spyglass moves to follow her back to the Crimson Cataract, and the open heat of the sun is already starting to chase away the chill from his skin.
"They would perhaps be large enough if you were considering sunbathing out here," he remarks dryly. And is that a twang of jealously in his voice? Never. "Here," he says instead, shrugging out of his coat and offering it to her. "To keep you warm. We could go back to the Sidhe Village and see if they have any clothing to trade?"
"They would perhaps be large enough if you were considering sunbathing out here," he remarks dryly. And is that a twang of jealously in his voice? Never. "Here," he says instead, shrugging out of his coat and offering it to her. "To keep you warm. We could go back to the Sidhe Village and see if they have any clothing to trade?"
that’s how the light gets in
