Finnian was a little surprised at Russ' comments on his ability as a host, a foreign fluttering feeling alighting in his chest. It wasn't quite movement--it was more of an echo of some past feeling of elation that he couldn't place or explain, and he was left mulling over the feeling, one hand on his chest as he stared at the floor, shoulders tense but mind distracted.
Aonbharr smiled a sickly sort of smirk at Russ, eyes lidded with something like sympathy. "Well, I'm very glad you've recovered so well. I suppose you're right. If you're certain you don't need any help... The tall man trailed off as Russ continued, eyes barely squinting, through the smile remained fixed on his face. His gaze slid over to Finnian, who was wearing a soft, lopsided little smile on his face and holding his chest, looking at a corner of the empty hearth, clearly lost in thought. "I... certainly don't see why not," he murmured slowly. Aonbharr stepped a little closer and reached out a hand, lightly touching Finnian on the shoulder. The boy suddenly went rigid with a shudder that didn't quite look natural at all, startled out of his reverie and making a quiet inhalation of surprise in response. "Finnian? Would you accompany our guest to point him to the lake?"
Finnian stared wide-eyed at Aonbharr for a few moments, lips parted in surprise, and they slowly shut, eyes lidding softly as the grip on his shoulder tightened. "Yes..." he said, the sound almost lost even in the silent house, and the grip immediately loosened with a light, friendly pat to the shoulder as Finnian sagged slightly. Aonbharr moved towards the kitchen, giving the two a path to the door, and Finnian began walking, not pausing to look at Russ on his way to the outside.