Alora's lower lip jutted out in a pout as her grip on Finn's hand tightened. "It burns," she whispered, in the smallest voice possible and Finn couldn't help but roll his eyes. Quite agressively.
"Everyday I wake up and question the decisions I make, regarding you," Finn countered bitterly as he tried to close the eye drop bottle with one hand. When he couldn't, he held it over her so Owen would press it shut.
"Oh you think about me everyday? When you wake up?" Alora smirked, her teeth peeking through. Owen couldn't help but giggle at her interpretation. He leaned closer to her face, pressed his lips in a pout and blew on her eyes. His cold breath eased out the burning of her eye.
"Ohh- that feels nice! Is it you, Owen? Thank you so much!" Alora whispered, unclasping her hand from Finn's to search for Owen's head and pat it.
