Dawnlark Plains i'm walking on the road like i'm alive

Deidra beckons Aoibh too, which annoys Fionn. But all was eased when she brushed up against him for just a moment- the pathetic virgin he was, it sent prickles through his bones, shot lighting down his spine. And then she was away from him again. And Aoibh was there, her voice like nails on a chalkboard. And then the more pleasant Lumiya, still something of a child in his eyes. She dances around them playfully, which puts a warm smile on Fionn's face. She was a sweet kid. 

To her questioning, he hesitates to respond. Not out of rudeness- rather, he believes the women have more of the right to tell the story. They were in charge after all, weren't they? So Fionn hangs at the back, awkward and quiet.