where the lights won't find you

"Godetevi la vostra formazione?"

Sparrow had been zoned out. She couldn't say she felt better, but she felt less angry. She was still brooding on it, so Lark's voice came as a surprise. The small girl jumped slightly. She didn't really make it a point to talk to anyone in the pack, so most times when she heard someone, she didn't pay much attention. Lark's approach and words caught her off guard.

She grimaced briefly, glad her back was to him. Now wasn't the time for chewing out her brother, no matter what kind of idiot he was playing by whoring around with an in-heat female.

Sparrow felt in her gut that there'd be pups later. Whether they'd be Lark's or not, she didn't know, but she wasn't keen on being around any of Lillianna's spawn, much less if they shared her genetics.

Sparrow's stomach twisted. She swallowed hard. As she turned to Lark, she debated back and forth between English and Italian for some time. She didn't know what to say in either language to be honest, so she was glad he asked a direct question.

"La formazione è andato bene. Se non ero così piccolo, sarei un combattente for sure."

Without realizing it at first, she threw in English at the end. When she did realize, she snorted, "È da un po, eh?"

She didn't have much else to say. She didn't really know what to say. Sparrow tried to separate her intrusive thoughts from the present conversation. Her mouth felt dry. She wanted to start coughing. Was she panicking at speaking to her own brother?

"Che ne dici di tuo?" she asked roughly while her mind scrambled to gain its composure. She smiled lopsidedly, trying to hide her awkwardness behind some casual, lose smile she had picked up from someone a long time ago.

"Please don't mention her," Sparrow mentally begged.