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Betty seemed a stoic, serious sort. Not really the type that Fin had pictured Wiffle ending up with, and that only partially because she was a lady. She supposed it did make sense in a way - Wildfire was a soft-hearted, sweet thing. The kind of girl that needed a strong, solid partner to protect and care for her. The dark commander definitely seemed to fit that criteria, but she could at least smile a little more. Her ladymate was alive, after all. Though apparently, still playing the sleeping beauty. Fin frowned as the woman continued, turning her gaze over to the den where Wildfire was hidden.

"Well, I know it's probably not ideal, but you could always leave her with us until she's better," Fin offered nonchalantly, glancing back at Betty, "Having you all here is no trouble, really. Honestly, you're like celebrities to my kids, so bribing them with getting to visit is working super well for keeping them behaved." She flashed a smirk before continuing, "But I understand your need to get back to your pack. Winter's on its way and I'm guessing you have more mouths to feed at home. Her sister's a healer and can take over the doctoring, and we can escort her back to you once she's well enough to travel."

Silently, Fin prayed that Betty would agree to the arrangement. She was quite reluctant to allow them to endanger her kid by dragging her across the country too soon. The Blackthorn surmised that she could probably take the woman if it came to a fight (she's wrong), but preferred it not come to that. She did have little ones after all, just in case she was being overconfident (she was).