Redhawk Caldera no sunlight, no sunlight anymore.

Fin instantly regretted the fact that she hadn't returned the gesture at all.  Her faint smile had clearly not been enough to make her mate feel any better about their relationship, not that she really thought that it would have.  Truth be told, she didn't have the energy to fix whatever was broken between them.  She didn't have the energy to fix whatever had been broken in their son, either.  And she didn't have the energy to really figure out how to fix either of them.  All she had wanted was to run away from it all, and that had epically failed - proving to her once and for all that she was not meant to escape it.  This was the cross she had to bear for her life - an insatiably needy and dependent son, a crippling inability to satisfy her husband, and a farewell to any sense of freedom she'd ever had forever.

Elwood's tone was flat as he responded, and for a cruel, fleeting second, she summoned the mental image of their first meeting when he'd pretended to be a bear for her.  For a moment, she allowed herself to wonder how they had gotten so far from that point.  Why they were here - nearly strangers forcing emotions  they barely felt when they'd both rather be screaming at each other.  She dropped the issue the second her mind attempted to realize the only logical explanation - the guilt was too overwhelming, and she just didn't have the energy to suffer it right then.

So, emotionlessly, she plowed forward through the conversation.  "Why don't we talk to Peregrine and Fox first, then move forward,"  Fin replied, "Once we have their approval, we can go ahead."