Fishing for Finches

Concern coloured the pale girls features when Sparrow spoke, pale blue eyes searching her sisters face. Messy? Why, what happened? When the other woman didn't go to into much detail, and Finch opened her maw to ask, but snapped it back together when she went on talking. Slowly she nodded her head, careful not to move to quickly. "I haven't gone too f-far, I'm still pretty s-shaky. Civetta keeps t-trying to get me out, but... i-its hard," she admitted with a shrug, not wanting to dwell on her short comings too much. It was very odd to see Sparrow like this, she was quiet and very calm. Usually her sister was very bubbly and loud, not that she cared for her any less because of it. It was just strange to see her so calm... Finch hummed softly as her tail curled around her back, leaning down to place a kiss on the girls cheek. "How is it m-messy though, Sparrow. I h-hope I didn't cause t-to much suffering..." she whispered. She didn't mean to hurt so many wolves with this, and she constantly feared that she was a burden on everyone. Just a lump on a log that had to be carefully looked after while she was healing up.

Sparrow was quick to change the subject, bringing up something that she herself had been thinking on. She blinked slowly at her before a small smile touched her lips, a laugh following. "I was t-talking to Lark about wanting t-to learn to fight too, its s-strange that you've had the s-same thoughts. I would love t-to learn with you S-sparrow, I think it would be a l-lot of fun," She went silent again, and Finch grew concerned again. She could almost feel Sparrow's question lingering between them, and the pale girl sighed. "What d-do you want to a-ask?" she asked, nudging her shoulder softly. "Va tutto bene, n-non sarò offeso. So c-che si vuole chiedere a me." Finch whispered in Italian, as if their family's language would make it easier on her.

"SPEAK" "SPEAK ITALIAN" "CIVETTA SPEAKS"