my demons, though quiet, are never quite silenced
"Mm," Finn says without saying much at all, because he's decided to look at Tal's face precisely as he bites the tip of the banana, and it's back to the blanket and the plate of strawberries for him. Snagging another to take a bite out of it, he lets his shoulders relax (or rather, he forces them to), even as a blush suffuses his cheeks once again.
The question about the Tower has his muscles stiffening all over again, though, and Finn quickly shakes his head. "I... uh, I don't think so," he murmurs. "I believe it has become a memorial for those who died there. And there is no Order any more, so there is no need for a Tower." As far as he knows. It seems logical, at least.
"Uh... what were you doing in the Celestine?" he asks, having just realised that Tal probably didn't walk in with the express purpose of almost drowning.
The question about the Tower has his muscles stiffening all over again, though, and Finn quickly shakes his head. "I... uh, I don't think so," he murmurs. "I believe it has become a memorial for those who died there. And there is no Order any more, so there is no need for a Tower." As far as he knows. It seems logical, at least.
"Uh... what were you doing in the Celestine?" he asks, having just realised that Tal probably didn't walk in with the express purpose of almost drowning.
FINN
