Calliope was taking her on a circuitous route along the coastline back towards Raider territory, and Finch reluctantly followed in her wake. Every time she thought of running, the memory of the glint of Cal's teeth right next to her very soft, squishy eyeball kept her from straying too far. The periwinkle-and-purple Powderkeg was taking a soak in the nearby hot springs and she'd told her don't fly far, little bird before sinking deeper into the hot water. Finch needed to get some space, clear her head, figure out what exactly her next steps were when she heard the unmistakable sound of a stranger cussing another one out.
It seemed that she'd lived so far without encountering adventure, now it liked to greet her wherever she went like an old friend. Finch lingered at the entrance to the cave, pacing back and forth. She'd learned her lesson about strangers now, right? But clearly that fellow wasn't in his right mind... "I think he's brain-addled," she said softly, possibly not even loud enough to be heard. She paced back and forth again. "It could be a fever stemming from a bad infection - I-I'm a healer..." she stammered, folding her ears back anxiously. Between this hulking giant's rage and that other fellow's... issues... maybe it was best she just turn tail and leave.
