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Yeah, a repeat didn't illuminate things much better for her. There did seem to be at least one theme that continued from before--the word help, though his speech was now also littered with the word okay. So, he needed help, but he was okay. ...Okay.

Fin watched the little dance that accompanied his song this time with a bemused expression. First, he fell over, then he crawled, then he stood, and smiled at her. She peered at his face for a moment. She still had no idea what it was that he wanted, but there was something inexplicably endearing about him. For some reason, she thought of Lagan as she looked at him. Curious.

"Do you have a name?" she asked, deciding the let the whole figuring-his-story-out thing go for the moment.