Dreamland

Lillianna had not a clue why Lark was being so friendly - her heat scent not even crossing her mind - but she wasn't arguing with it. She enjoyed his company, a lot, when he wasn't being an asshole, and she felt a small burst of affection for him, amusement in her eyes at that thought. Yeah, Lark not being an ass was rare. But, hey, it was part of his personality, and oddly, it amused her after the fact.

She almost sagged in relief as he didn't... well, snap or something like that at her. Woo! Step one, complete. She felt even more relaxed, even more pleased; perhaps she didn't have to tread such careful ground with her words. Only sometimes. She smiled when he answered, and she nodded. "That she does," she agreed. She remembered first meeting Finch - how she scared the girl... and then quickly became friends, simply by inquiring about them. She grinned again at his question, nodding. "Yeah. She buries them, around the den. She showed me once... she had shells, and flowers laid out around the den, and rocks... they were big, too." She laughed softly, it trailing off as she realized - this was kind of the thing that caused a problem last time. Okay, nevermind, still being paranoid. "Sorry, you probably already know this... it's a good memory for me, though." She couldn't help the grin reforming as he bumped her shoulder, and she'd lean to the side to bump his... okay, leg. She couldn't really reach his shoulder unless with her head. But that was alright.

"speech"