Euphemia watched the bird fly away, about to say goodbye but unable to do so before it disappeared out her window. She returned her attention to Finch afterwards, pondering what he meant for a moment. She wasn't sure what the difference between a good friend and a bad one was, or whether she needed someone to be her friend in the first place, but if it helped her learn, she thought she should accept.
If nothing else, she figured Finch at least confirmed he wasn't a human underneath his cloak, not that this information really helped her figure out what his identity could be.
"Very well, I would be very grateful to you for being my friend, Mr Finch."
She bowed her head again, still so stiff, still acting so formal. Hardly the way a teenager would normally talk to a friend.
If nothing else, she figured Finch at least confirmed he wasn't a human underneath his cloak, not that this information really helped her figure out what his identity could be.
"Very well, I would be very grateful to you for being my friend, Mr Finch."
She bowed her head again, still so stiff, still acting so formal. Hardly the way a teenager would normally talk to a friend.