finn the bard

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✣ bringing them food. To Finn. As a thanks for carrying her that one time.

The bard was penning another poem, though this one felt more like a song the more he looked at it. Just something to keep his mind distracted, mostly from the gazes in his direction; humans sometimes were just as disgusting as his people secretly thought them to be. 

Though his female companion seemed to be a cut above the rest, even if she seemed to let her pride walk for her when she was out of her element. The elf wasn’t expecting her to bring hims something to eat. Finn offered a small smile. In truth he couldn’t think of the last time he ate, a nasty habit he had,

“Thank you. I swear if I don’t have reminders to eat I wouldn’t at all.”