Sunbeam Lair Heaven and Hell

Donovan liked to live on the edge, didn’t he? He showed little concern for Finley’s words, instead turning around and goading her with his eternal smile. Adventure? Was that what this aimless exploration was about? For a nomad by birth and loner by exile, the call of the wild had never particularly appealed to Finley. Travel could be a fact of life, but where Helios followed the sun as their guiding light, Donovan followed… what. His ego?

Irritation surged; it must have been the puppy-dog eyes.

With a dismissive flick of an ear, Finley gave a slight nod back towards the direction they’d come in. “Can’t say adventure has the same hold on me.” If he found caves so interesting, why not move into one? The Saints’ dens in Ravensblood certainly had a cavernous quality; idly Finley wondered if they’d already been reoccupied.

After a pause: “I’m sure you’d make it out without me, no?” Again a statement-question, with only the slightest head tilt nudging it towards the latter. Not a direct answer; not the full truth. Donovan could do what he pleased, with or without her.