Fishing for Finches

Sparrow was a bit surprised when Finch answered. She was ready to just assume Finch was asleep and leave, but then she answered and crawled out. She asked how things were on the outside. Sparrow offered a smile but it faltered, "Pretty messy," she answered, her maw forming a grimace for a second, "But look at you, even being able to come out of your den now. Have you been able to go out and get water yet? Stretch your legs?" Finch pressed against Sparrow and Sparrow wrapped her tail around Finch's back. She wanted to know what Finch remembered, but she wasn't sure if now was the time to ask. For someone usually so bubbly, she had grown quiet, more involved in her own thoughts than the real world. Here, now, with Finch pressed into her side, she felt a bit at ease. It was probably the most normal thing that had happened since this whole ordeal, "When you feel better... do you wanna spar sometime? I've been trying to learn fighting thanks to a friend's encouragement, but now I want to learn it even more. Only when you're stronger though..." A small smile crossed Sparrow's face. The air around them felt thick and tense. She wanted to know where Finch had gone and why she had gone there and how she ended up eating the foxglove. She didn't want to ask, but she wanted to know.