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Finley took in Tegan's regard of her with wry amusement. He was getting to be that age where he was too cool to hang out with his mommy - a phase that not too many of her kids had actually gone through. She remembered seeing it in her siblings, though, and she had gone through something like this as well with her own parents. She appreciated his rebellious nature, this time around. She hadn't liked it in Liffey, but she had learned from that mistake. She wouldn't be so overbearing with these, especially not since they seemed far more capable of handling themselves than Lagan's twin had. Of course, that was probably also her fault.

But anyway. Fin gave him a sharp look at his choice of words, though she said nothing to reprimand him. She looked at his prize instead with interest, smiling as he announced his victory with such obvious pride. "Nice one," she commented, for it was a good catch. Mice may not provide much sustenance, but they were tricky to grab.

She glanced at her own leg when her wellness was brought into question, pursing her lips thoughtfully. "Well, I don't think I'll need you guys to amputate, so we're moving in the right direction," she commented, smirking, "I won't be joining you on the hunt anytime soon, though."