memory’s so treacherous
Finn, of course, is not planning to go back to bed (it is day time), and so he's busy tending to a few mundane chores when Tobi walks in; putting away laundry and watering the lavender, mostly. "Hm? Oh, I didn't realise who it was when you walked in. I forgot to let go of my mug," he explains, as if this is an every day occurrence. And for them... it practically is, unfortunately.
Holding his hand out for her to see, Finn's bandages are passable if not perfect by a doctor's standards. Practical and with some salve applied before wrapping it around his fingers, they should nonetheless do the job. "Are you feeling better now?" he asks. "I can make some tea, if you think you can stomach it."
Holding his hand out for her to see, Finn's bandages are passable if not perfect by a doctor's standards. Practical and with some salve applied before wrapping it around his fingers, they should nonetheless do the job. "Are you feeling better now?" he asks. "I can make some tea, if you think you can stomach it."
one moment you’re lost in a carnival of delights
the next, it leads you somewhere you don’t want to go
FINN
