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Starling couldn't help but feel very...protective and excited all at the same time. "Th-that's great." He said softly, glancing towards the ground. A few months ago Finch wouldn't even leave the den. And now...she's making friends. Without him. A weak, bittersweet smile would touch his lips as he looked back at her again, his eyes settling on her jaw before slowly raising to her eyes when she asked why he didn't like it there. He sighed then, shrugging his shoulder delicately. "I-It's not..home." He said softly, turning his head to gaze out at the fields before looking back at her. "S-so umh...wh-why don't I know you?" He asked softly. "A-are you new here?" He should have known of her if she had been around for a while, but if it was during the spring, or even during the winter it was likely that her joining had passed over his radar. It wasn't like he knew everyone in Abaven, but he'd at least know about most of them.

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