Fin nodded softly, "You're welcome," she said softly before returning to the path that the group was walking along. She stayed behind, running spells through her mind and silently wondering why the male had been harvesting the plants. Fin ran a hand through her short raven hair and then felt over the scar and the stubble of the shaved section of her head. Flashes of memories from that night ran through her head. The sound of the man she killed suffocating as she took his life.. Fin let a deep sigh break from her lips as she stepped over large roots that jutted out from an old, tall tree.