Redhawk Caldera d'fwan, glue in the business weave.

In all honesty, Fin had expected her mate to very politely and eloquently tell her to calm the fuck out. She was often freaking out, and he was often the voice of quiet reason. He was ruled by logic, where she was ruled by madness emotion most often. But when he calmly informed her that he also believed they needed to act, she was so stunned that she forgot she was freaking out.

All she could do was blink at him with wide eyes as he continued. After a few seconds when the turn of events sank in, she began to breathe again and her brows furrowed thoughtfully. "What do we do, though?" she said with a frown, "I can't imagine they'll respond well if we politely ask them to knock it off. But if we try to drive them out by force, that'll only put everyone in even more danger, wouldn't it? We're not exactly a pack of warriors here." Though she figured the wildlings could give anyone a run for their money. Maybe she could threaten them with forced babysitting.