“A lot better, yeah.”

It was mostly true…he did feel better. Clean and warm, and everything that had happened on the beach felt well far away. Finn takes a sip of the tea; it was strong and herby, different than the tea that Jake made at home but still comforting.

He looks around the room, bewildered by the richness of the decor. It was like being in someone’s house. Someone’s big, impossibly lavish house. It felt as alien as some of the stranger kingdoms they’d been to.

“Do you stay in places like this a lot?”