( She gently touches his arm, giving it a small squeeze. )
I've dealt with the Force and other things.
I get how hard it can be to put your complete faith in it.
Put some of that in knowing I believe in you.
( She moves away, digging through a box to the side. )
( that makes Finn crack a smile, though his worry still shows in his brows. )
well, if you've got some blind faith in ๐ฎ๐ฆ, what's trusting the Force another time?
thanks, Mir.
let's hope it can do the same for me, then. i gotta build my trust in this thing.
after the First Order, then Cantonica?i... think i have trouble with trusting stuff blindly, y'know? in this case, i'd be ๐ญ๐ช๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐บ blind.
could i use it? i'll bring it back and clean itโ
unless i get blindly mauled by an animal in the jungle. or trip on a root and accidentally impale myself on something sharp. or take an unexpected fall into a raveen previously hidden by shrubbery and go splat on the rocks.
wellโ with ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ, i could maybe think of a reason or two..
( he pauses, grimacing awkwardly at his own words. ) sorry.
Rey recommended me an exercise in the Force. figured i'd try it out.
I would appreciate that.
( She was more than capable of doing it herself -- years of working like this meant she had plenty of practice.
But she liked when Finn helped her ... he was sweet. )
( maybe he ought to get her a pair of combat gloves for her birthday. Finn grimaces at the wounds, but accepts it if she says so. )
you ought to get it bandaged, though. i can help with that.
My hands are fine.
Just ... punched a little too hard.
( Thankfully, nothing serious. Her hands are sore, and even just flexing her fingers cause an ache, but she knows it could be worse. )
I'm okay, Finn.
This is pretty much a normal wound.
( just like that, he's forgotten about the lunch in his bag; focusing on the bits of red in the cloth. Finn's brows raise, body not turning away from Miria as he steps insideโ grimacing at the thought of her, injured. )
did it go alright? what happened to your hands?
I haven't ate yet.
But ... did just get back from a job.
Haven't picked up all my gear yet.
And my hands...
( She lifts them up, small spots of red smearing across the fabric of the towel.
She steps back, though, giving him space to enter. )
( hand absentmindedly fidgets with the shoulder strap of his pack until the door opensโ Finn offers a grin, stepping to meet her, leaving enough space for her to finish wiping her hands. )
morning, Mir!
you, uh. had lunch yet? i brought some stuff.
( Yeah, his smile ... one of the biggest things she missed out on the job.
Never holding back in showing his happiness. )
Not at the moment.
So you get to deal with me.
( Finn loosens the hug just enough that she can see his smile. )
great! means you get to put up with me in person for a whileโ when we're both free, obviously. i know you like your projects.
got one in mind, yet?
Yeah, there's days where I miss not worrying about them too. Life was easier when I didn't have to worry about survival.
( She hums -- Finn was always gentle with his affection towards her. It took a while to let him through her walls. )
But yeah ... I'll be here.
i don't like to reminisce on the Order very much, but... i have to say, i kinda miss not having to think about credits.
( a hand traces gently up her back to play with the hair in his perioherals. )
since the pay was solid, think you'll be around a little longer?
( She wraps her arms around his waist, chin resting on his shoulder -- letting her shoulders relax. )
Yeah, I hate being gone for so long.
But ... it's good pay.
( he returns the notion with a faux-offended look. )
nooo, sweetheart!
the job description just emphasizes that employees have to be at *least 50% pathetic, and, if i may...