Fionn skidded to a halt outside of the Princess' chambers just as the door opened and Lyra appeared. The Seelie's eyes widened and then darkened, and his gaze fell on the floor.<br/><br/>"She is ready, isn't she?" he said, not needing an answer. Were it not for the fact that he cared deeply for Dawn, he would gather his belongings immediately and depart the Sithern without a word to anyone. He knew the Slaugh King could not be trusted, knew this was all a terrible idea, knew it because something in the pit of his chest was twisting and knotting as he stood there. "Sometimes, I wonder why I bothered to come back at all."<br/><br/>As Lyra departed to fetch the Slaugh King, Fionn knocked on Dawn's door. It was something he knew was a severe breach in etiquette, interrupting the Princess when she was expecting a male caller, but in his slightly inebriated state, he figured he was already in enough trouble to last a lifetime, and the worst she could do would be to ban him from the Sithern, where he didn't particularly want to be in this moment anyway. Opening the door slightly, he closed his eyes, opting not to enter.<br/><br/>"I'm not here to tell you this is a mistake, despite my feelings that it is just that," Fionn said, his voice clear but gentle. "You are the Princess, and I a mere guard; not even commander of the guards. When I spoke earlier, I acted in a way that was detrimental to your leadership, and I cannot do more than ask forgiveness for that. I am humbly in your service, and will do what you require of me. But please, as a friend, I ask you to be careful tonight."