“Hi! Hope it’s all right that I’m a little early,” He said. “Thankfully this little adventure didn’t take me long.”
“I, uh…No, that’s fine! It’s good to see you!” said Jonathan. He was nearly as stunned as he’d been on the day Fionn had left. Even though he’d said he would return, Johnathan hadn’t really expected him to. What could there possibly be to draw somebody like Fionn to a place like his farm, to a person like him? He’d hardly been able to accept that a soldier might want to learn farming, but one of the Queen’s Own? Fionn could be living in the Queen’s Tower right now, in comfort and splendor, why would he want to come back here?
But he had, and Johnathan found himself very glad to see him.
Fionn took his attic room again, and once more leaned his sword in the corner and folded his mail shirt and padded gambeson next to it.