Sun Mote Copse when you're off the phone, you wanna get a pizza.

Fin waited for the devastation to contort Wildfire's face, but it didn't come. Not exactly. There was shock, and there was pain there for sure, but not the break. For a moment, she found herself wondering what she had looked like when she'd been told Lucy had been kidnapped. Had she fallen to pieces immediately? Had she cried? Had she raged? She honestly couldn't remember. It was just a dark space in her memory that she did not look at. Would this moment be the same for Wildfire?

She had no words of comfort for her niece as she spoke of the relationship she'd been repairing with her daughter. There was nothing to say. She took a step closer, planning to reach for Wildfire and open herself for an embrace if her goddaughter wished it. But Wildfire seemed momentarily frozen, and when she came to, she was not in grieving mother mode, but hostess mode.

Finley considered this for a moment before deciding on an answer. "I'm not hungry, but I'll stay with you tonight, if that's okay?" she said slowly, watching Wildfire. The news would catch up to her eventually and Fin would be damned if she let it come crashing down on her when she was all alone.