Finn felt a jolt at Josiah's words. He looked up at him, and recognized that his eyes were the center of everything. Steady, scintillating hazel, intoxicated and intoxicating. The source of the force. The centripetal force that held him aloft. Suddenly he was aflame. The heady heat took over his body, roaring in his ears until he couldn't hear anything else, couldn't summon a thought. An overwhelming surge. His feet stilled. Speechless, he raised his lips to Josiah.