Hushed Willows Keep watching over Durin's son

Nothing much, He answered easily in response to her question, slight smile touching his maw almost hesitantly. He did not want to bother such an important woman with his troubles- related to Deidra or otherwise- and so acted that life was perfect rather than the dumpster fire that it was. A call of lo caught his attention, and he swiveled his head to find the pretty stranger, whose coat had Lumiya all over it, and scent smelled of the willows. Orlaith demanded a name, and Fionn was obediently silent, head dipping as his gaze fell awkwardly. The interaction with Memory was fresh on his mind- and he prayed this boy would submit easier than the last had.