Heron Lake Plateau round, round, round

Why did it seem like Finley's kids were always getting their asses kicked? When she'd heard what had happened, she'd reacted just the way you'd expect a mother would. She freaked out, sprinted to Raven's (bum hip be damned) and attempted to worry all over her kid.

Fortunately, the healer was very practiced at calming her sometimes overly emotional aunt. She'd been reassured her son would be fine. She just had to be patient. GOOOODDDDD it's so annoying to have to be patient. But she did it, for her kid. Her itty bitty flame.

Finley had stayed nearby her goddaughter's den while Cinder recovered, so when she heard him emerge, she was on the move. She slowed to watch him for a moment before she smiled and approached him.

"Well, you're officially a Blackthorn, kiddo," Fin informed him light-heartedly, "How does it feel to have earned your Blackthorn stripe?" She probably ought to have taken this more seriously, but she was too thankful that he was alive and safe to do so just yet.