Fionn wandered in a sort of daze through the halls and corridors near Dawn's chambers. His mind had blurred; in many ways, he felt as though he had failed the princess; he had, after all, been asked to protect her from harm, and that harm was certain to befall her at some point in the evening, whether Cernunnos meant for it to happen or not. He leaned against a wall, as the voices of his princess and her handmaiden could be heard in a distant hallway. He sank slowly to the floor, head in his hands until well after their voices had drifted out of earshot.