Sheepeater Cliff i say that love is fictional

A voice alerted him and he turned slowly. There was a girl- somewhat cute in her own way, Fionn thinks. Not a natural beauty like Deidra but something more casual and charming, like a friend. He smiles softly at her as if the words haven't been heard until the register in his brain, and he face becomes something more neutral. I... I'm alright, he informs her in a mumble, making his way closer to her on unguided feet. And who might you be, darling? He wonders, the drugedness taking away all filter and common sense.