[She'll find that weariness, but it's somehow older than the journey they were now on. Maybe even older than his relatively short time on the Ximilia itself. Though when he sees Natasha again, his smile seems to redouble. Her face was comforting, smoothing away those cracks in Finn's armor as quickly as Natasha might've noticed them.]
Heh, now we're getting into some real campfire talk. [Wistful, aimless, thought provoking -- there was just something about the crackle of embers that evoked such topics of conversation. Now was just about the time his brother would usually snuff out their fire, declaring their naval gazing over and sending him to bed. It was almost thrilling to not have anyone around to tell him to stop thinking so much.
He leans on his hands, setting aside his now-empty stew bowl and looking at Natasha with keen interest.]
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Heh, now we're getting into some real campfire talk. [Wistful, aimless, thought provoking -- there was just something about the crackle of embers that evoked such topics of conversation. Now was just about the time his brother would usually snuff out their fire, declaring their naval gazing over and sending him to bed. It was almost thrilling to not have anyone around to tell him to stop thinking so much.
He leans on his hands, setting aside his now-empty stew bowl and looking at Natasha with keen interest.]
So what scares you, Nettle?