“I didn't know you’d still be awake,” the dark haired boy greets as soon as he enters the cottage, seeing the brown haired girl sitting at the dining table, petting a large tri-colored cat. “I hoped you went to bed after you ate.”
“I couldn't sleep,” she admitted, watching the cat hop off the table and run into the room she slept in.
“And I thought I could wait for you to come back,” she says, looking at the old grandfather clock, it was a quarter past 2.
“You shouldn't have,” he says, walking up to her, tucking a loose hair to the back of her ear. “Have you eaten at least?”
“Misty made Shepherd's pie, I didn't have the appetite,” she admitted, she didn't always have the appetite to eat, it made her stomach upset that she would vomit it all out after a while.
“You should still eat, do you want me to cook instead?”
“No,” she shakes her head, it would be a waste to eat and just let it out after a while. She felt like a burden to him already and she didn't like that feeling.
“Well, you should go rest,” he tells her, holding her hands gently as he pulls her up from her seat. He takes mental note of the ivory color of her skin, the paleness looked more translucent as he sees the blue of her veins. “Perhaps tomorrow we can stroll by the river?”
“Can we really?” The excitement in her eyes couldn't be missed, her brilliant emerald eyes shined under the orange glow of their lamp.
“We can if you really want to, Finley,” he chuckled as he gently guided her to her room. “We’ll get Misty to prepare us a picnic basket, then we’ll sit by the river under the sun.”
“That sounds nice,” she smiles to herself as he lets her sit on her bed, helping her get in and tuck her in. Minding how to settle herself on the soft mattress, hiding the wince whenever she moved. Cursing as she felt her chest bandage tighten around her torso, not enjoying the feeling of discomfort by clothes and gauzes.
“Have you cleaned your wound?”
“I have, Misty helped,” she replied, remembering the odd display of the small elf creature sobbing as she redressed the wound on her chest.
“Do you need me to bring you more salve?”
“No,” she shakes her head. Oddly enough, her energized state from earlier had died once her behind had made contact with the mattress. Her eyes started to drop, her head felt light.
“You’ve been over exerting yourself, Finney.”
“It.. it gets lonely here when you're not home,” she finds herself mumbling under her breath. “Where do you even go, Sebastian?”
Finley lets out a yawn, failing to see a reaction from her companion. Only feeling his hands on her shoulders, pushing her to the bed gently before pulling up her blanket to her chin. Her eyes flutter closed as she feels his finger trace her brows and cheek, she could feel him stare but was too tired to call him out on it.
“Sleep tight, Finley,” she hears him say before blowing out the lamp.
Finley was becoming familiar with being alone as she lets her toes touch the pebbled shore near the river, she eats bread with one hand while reading a book with the other. Drowning the fact that Sebastian had let her down again by leaving that early morning to who knows where, she asked Misty where he would've gone but she was too gibberish to be coherent. It had always been that way since she woke up, home for a moment and gone by morning. It was as if he deliberately avoided being home alone with her, but she can't truly believe that.
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