Sunbeam Lair Heaven and Hell

Welp, startled him anyway. When Donovan swung around Finley tensed, unsure how he’d react—but he smiled, and with his greeting of “Darling” and a light laugh, the Grandmaster was back to normal. Still, as a safeguard: “Apologies.”

Keenly aware of Donovan’s gaze following her, Finley dared step closer, at a typical conversation’s range. She avoided direct eye contact as not to appear challenging, but kept her focus squarely on Donovan as he kept talking. There was that hum again; he and Derg seemed to have a thing for it. At Donovan’s admission he’d essentially been stargazing, Finley’s ears pricked with interest. His eye for the grandiose was quite apparent in his choice of territories; this glowing cave, less so, at least not in a way Finley could understand.

“It’s nice,” she said. It was the best comment she could manage, in all her non-sentimental glory; genuine as it came, if flatly-delivered like many of Finley’s words. “Were you thinking of claiming it?” Maybe Donovan saw something in his idle wanderings that she didn’t.