Redhawk Caldera but your ghost.

Fin smirked as Somnia began a second tangent about her affinity for dreams. That was one of the things she liked about spending time with Somnia, especially at times like these when Fin wasn't necessarily feeling very talkative herself. Get the silver gamma started on a topic she was interested in and she took care of the conversation for them, simultaneously filling any awkward silences and giving Fin the time to sort through her own thoughts, as well as providing some additional things to think about.

In a rare moment of introspection, something Somnia said caught the Blackthorn's attention. She mulled it over in her head, there being a chance to experience things in dreams without the actual risks. Considering the fact that Finley had little fear of physical risks, the idea wasn't quite as attractive to her as it was to Somnia. And the emotional risks you could take in dreams... the ramifications did tend to linger even after the dream was over, didn't they. Case and point, the two piercingly blue eyes that still haunted her thoughts at that moment.

"You don't know what language?" Fin asked, finding that unusual simply for the fact that she was Somnia, and Somnia did have a tendency of knowing many, many things.