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finn's gilded form was given a wan smile as lasher turned to greet his company. "it has been some time for me, also," he murmured in a subdued tone, though he indicated that finn should remain. he turned back to the cacophony of colour and until it faded, he was silent. 

he was unsure of when he would recover his good spirits, but the melancholy fed the muse of the poet within him, and he turned words slowly within his mind. "what have you been doing lately?" he asked of finn in a casual tone.