all I hear are screams

The look in his eyes, when she snapped her head up, was a look she was unable to identify. It was dark, tumultuous, and she completely and wholeheartedly understood. It seemed he was angry, but also saddened, also confused and just a sense of why was emanating from him until she gave her answer.

His soft oh would just about sum up her emotions as well. "Yeah," she replied, voice quiet; a whisper. They were at least on the same page there, if not anywhere else. Her gaze dropped from his, and once more would study the ground beneath her paws - the grass, the dirt, the sensation of dew touching her paw when she shifted. Her eyes would flicker up when he began to speak - and paused, stopping. Incomplete, the sentence would linger, but she truly did understand it. He would begin again, and this time complete the sentence, but his voice was not the harshness it was prior. It was softer, more mild. "Okay." Simple words, simple meanings. She could stop, she would stop. She didn't know what to do though, if she should leave or stay. That was solved, though, when Lark spoke again. Surprise - also a bit of gratitude flickered through her eyes. "Thank you." She'd not hesitate, slipping inside the den and curling up. "I'm sorry," she apologized again. "How... how are you?" In general, not regarding Finch, regarding everything and anything and her tone reflected that clearly.