"No, I think tonight you've proven I am very wrong," Fin assured him quietly. "I assume that's what you wanted."

He was still shaking as he managed to get to his feet, hands unsteady as he pulled on his clothes. Fin was always sickly pale and just a hair too thin, but usually he carried himself in a way that made it less obvious.

Hunched over and trembling, however, he looked jagged and skeletal. A frail shadow of his usual self.