Sunbeam Lair Heaven and Hell

Little acknowledgment of the apology; it was routine as a “hello” anyways.

Instead Donovan continued his walk, deeper into the cave, and of course Finley followed. What had brought her here indeed. Something like the cave itself, she supposed (or might have were she more metaphorically-inclined); tantalizing on the surface, a draw in its own right, but whether it hid deeper riches worth the journey remained to be seen.

But at face value: no, of course she hadn’t thought Donovan in trouble, and if not for the mischief in his eyes she might have wondered if, light above forbid, she’d offended the leader. Once again, still, safeguards were obligatory. “Of course not.” Then, an actual answer, “Curiosity, really. It’s quite a ways from Redsand.”

It was too empty in these caves, barring whatever lit the ceiling and distant scurries of cavern-dwellers, to be a hotspot for recruits. Surely something else had lured Donovan here. Perhaps he too needed a break. Finley considered adding to her words but decided against it, evidenced only by a quick side glance that could have been assumed a look around. Instead continued following him, silent.