I helped Finn numerous times, back before I realized that he could harvest fire threads well enough without my aid. He only wanted an excuse to be close to me, and it worked. He never offered to teach me anything. “Not a skill, and I cannot see them,” I clarify. “I only know what is necessary to do so.” “Or you think you do,” he replies, one brow still raised. “I fear you might’ve had an inadequate experience.”
