Sun Mote Copse First thing we climb the tree

Fin smiled appreciatively at Wraen as the sovereign took the more sovereign-ly approach to responding to Niamh's situation. Someone definitely needed to do the serious things, like being encouraging and reassuring and nurting and shit. The Blackthorn had never been great at that, though she did sort of do those things in her own way. Her own jesting, foul-mouthed, nonchalant sort of way.

Yeah, it was good Wraen was there.

She pursed her lips thoughtfully at the comments about the strangers' language. "Musta been a bunch of russians," she replied, mostly to the amusement of her player who has a russian friend that would also be amused by the assessment. As for Bronco's well-being, Fin didn't really have much to say on it. She hadn't spent much time with her nephew lately, but she had at least caught his scent while she did her own border walks so she was able to give a reassuring nod.