Finn, who felt far too comfortable with the contact on his knee, was half asleep when he heard sloshing water. Half thinking something had bothered the bowls, he reluctantly opened his eyes to see what was going on.

But the water wasn't sloshing. It was rising in the air, twining together like a braid before combining to form shapes and rivers, things unpredicatable and bizarre.

Finn was frozen, staring wide eyed at the sight, not knowing what to do. Should he let Poe rest? During this? How could he wake him easily enough for it to continue? How was this happening at all.

"Poe," he whispered softly, not really wanting to wake him but not knowing what else to do. They didnt talk about this part.