Dawnlark Plains i'm walking on the road like i'm alive

Voice like the words of an angel, gentle and feminine. Just hearing her speak had his heart fluttering, but soon he felt embarrassed by her words. Him? Tired? Fionn wouldn't let himself be seen as weak, no- he ought to be the strong one, yes? 

Before he can answer, the voice of her sister knocked him out of her trance. A snort, and she calls him Finny boy. Annoyed, he gives her a half eyed glare with a snort of his own. Who said I wasn't askin' you too, Aoibh? He huffs, though silently ashamed that his bias had slipped. Then he turns ruby gaze back to Deidra. I'm... not tired. But if you are, I just wanted to offer...