Redhawk Caldera i wait on clip-clops.

*waves magic wand*

Finley gave a pleased smile at Fox's comments. "I'm pretty happy to not be dead myself," she said with a cheeky grin, "And even more glad to finally be home." She cast a glance to their surroundings, taking a moment to simply admire the landscape. She'd thought the place a little bland at first (only because her imagination had created such extravagant ideas of it in her head before she'd seen it), but now that she'd had to spend time away, it was more beautiful than ever.

When finally she turned back to Fox, she thought she'd finally address the thing that had been nagging at her since Fox had first arrived. "So..... Are we talking about what's up with your face, or should I keep pretending I don't see it?" Fin asked, quirking a brow. The livid cut was impossible to miss, but she hadn't been too certain on how to bring it up, or if she ought to bring it up at all. Maybe the story was embarrassing and Fox was ashamed of her injury, in which case she probably should have continued to pretend it didn't exist... A little late for that thought, though...