He seemed nonplussed by her threat of escape. "My letters would nip at your heels. I can write faster than you can run." To be fair, what was more important was whether or not the raven could fly faster than she could run, but they both knew the answer to that so there was no reason to belabor the point.
"Finn," his hands started across the table as if he was about to take both of hers in his, some grand gesture of affection or solidarity or care. They didn't quite make it, however, instead landing palm down inches away before he drew them back. "This isn't some sort of accord between us. It's a conversation. You can ask me whatever you'd like. I'll take it in good faith, interest instead of obfuscation. If I can answer, I will." She had asked a question though. Then she had asked another. "I'll tell you where they are, best I can. The Ashfiend returned to dust, vanquished and at peace. Both can be true. I have no idea what happened to Teddi. Likely she found a safer profession in a safer place. Seth was the one who saved her. I fear he'll never find peace wherever he might be now. Calomel is on his farm. He returned a letter about magic last year. I feel like he and your man back in Myrken would have much to speak of, but I'd shy from suggesting it, since I betrayed too much of his trust to you already. I do not know where Ariane is though she has returned some of my letters. If she wishes me to know, she will tell me." Finn would have to negotiate, scant minutes from this, a halt to his pressing, yet for Ariane Emory, he offered it freely, even preemptively. "I imagine Vraal will turn up someday. I half thought he was Berdini for a time; similar proclivities but different methods." Then he finally did frown, even if only slightly, for he had some sense how long all of this was taking. "I don't know about the rest. Gone. That's the important bit, isn't it? Yes, I'll tell you all in time. That's the point of mentioning them." Short sentence piled upon short sentence. "I promise it in the name of your future smile, something I will seek out in the months to come."
That slight frown led to a serious question and a more serious answer. Wasn't it like her not just to accept that he wasn't angry but to always want more? "In truth, I was heading that way anyway. I was starting to understand a little, enough to know that I'd have to experience it eventually. You're wrong though. There's accepting and there's understanding. You wanted me to accept. Now that I've experienced name and glamour both, I accept. I still don't understand. I will, though." There was such spirit to him as he said it, such stubbornness, such curiosity, such assurance. He was so vivid, so alive. It was the same stare that seemed to pick her apart before, the one she both valued and lamented. Then, finally, after hearing her terms, he'd relent. "I'm not even sure if I'm capable of that, Finn, just as I'm not sure you're capable of never using your glamour as a reflexive action. Both of us will try, however. How about that?"
He spoke of Catch, some of it literal, some of it metaphor. He had sent months upon her but he had spent years upon Him. It wasn't his life's work but it might have been the work of a lifetime. She became more and more sullen as he continued on. "I could tell you everything. I likely will in time. He's easy to love for who he is. I wonder if you don't love him for what he is." Burnie was no fool. He was treading into dangerous waters here. From hereon, every word was chosen with great care. "It is a testament to you that you are still able to love so freely. However, I think most who care for you, and you'll forgive me if I count myself as one, would advise you to spread your friendship freely but be more cautious in love."