Felltree Marsh Suffering from FOMO, she can come too

If Fionn could hear Donovan's thoughts, he would've laughed. It would've been more foolish of the queen to deny backup when she had it available- after all, the most stupid choice would be to overestimate one's own ability. And just as Lumiya could not realistically defeat Donovan alone in a battle, Donovan would never be able to have a successful diplomatic conversation with the fae or their allies, not after the things that had already taken place. It was foolish of him to believe he could. Peace would never be found between them, so long as they sat on the doorstep of allies, and kept the violent beast in charge. Even the statement that refusing peace would make the fae just as bad- Fionn did not hold back his scoff. Just because they didn't want to have friendly conversation with the murderers and kidnappers didn't mean they were one of them. 

He felt almost sorry for the little woman besides Donovan. While he typically held the mindset "you are the same as the ones you run with," Fionn had a soft spot for little women, and the way she brought prey... he wondered if she was some kidnapped slave of his. Or perhaps her innocence was simply a mask. He reminded himself he ought not to be so naive. 

Lumiya's words were more intelligent and eloquent than Fionn could've worded it, and he was impressed with the yearling queen. This also sounded to Fionn like the man was begging a war would not meet him soon- for ten or so wolves, would not stand a chance against twenty or thirty- even Donovan could not be so foolish. But the faeries, usually kind, could not show mercy upon those who hurt the innocent. And so as the queen demanded once again that they leave, even though Fionn figured it would not be so easy, he was proud of her- proud that she would not give in, for fear, for laziness, or anything other. She was small, yes, but brave.