*Him*
Finn was tired. He had almost exhausted all his magic helping the witches. When Fiona gently cradled him he took a much needed breath but it was shirt lived as the rouge was on the offensive, forcing Fiona to defend him. As he propped himself up on one elbow, fighting exhaustion, Lady Pink butterfly came flitting down and was flapping its wings to stay close to his ear. "Young man, you have alot to explain when you get back." Finn winced as the high pitch nagging continued. "You have nearly exhausted yourself haven't you? I can feel your magic levels are critical, however I am thankful that you helped the witches. It'll make for a good report to the magic council." Finn swatted the pink butterfly away so he could concentrate on his destined one.
She was fierce, but she was bleeding
