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Were it not for the loud sonofabitch! shrieked by her most eloquent and stoic of daughters, Finley may never have found herself heading towards the borders. She typically avoided them ever since her injury, knowing she probably wouldn't be much good in a fight anyway. She left that job for the young and fit - her time was better served hanging around with the kids and napping and being grumpy about how all she ever did was hang around the kids and nap.

Fortunately, she wasn't all that far away from where her remaining wildlings had gathered (this affectionate term included Towhee and her siblings these days). She arrived not far behind her goddaughter, but still, all she heard as she walked up were the words I couldn't save her. Finley froze temporarily, stunned and alarmed by the words. Her face contorted into a confused frown as she stepped forward, hushing the panic that threatened to take control. Tegan said crazy ass things all the time - maybe this was one of those. It was a belief she clinged tightly to, even as she stepped up to Clover's side and looked down at her son who was in a state she had never before witnessed - a state that made her feel physically ill with concer.

"What's going on?" Fin asked, her voice quiet and low and steady, for the moment. Trepidation filled her, but she shifted into crisis mode and held onto her calm. Again, for the moment.