Apparently, Fionn's feet hadn't been following his mind's reasoning: Upon the elder mage's command, they stopped, nearly causing the young mage to overbalance.
Feeling warmth begin to creep into his face, Fionn took a slow breath before slowly turning back towards Kevin's perch.
He listened to Maurice's reply - and felt a frown beginning to appear on his face as the elder mage smirked. The frown deepened upon hearing the information Kevin was passing on and Fionn nodded slowly to himself when he thought about Portia's refusal of admitting a healer. "So that's why the old bat..." he murmured to himself.
Harold's anger brought Fionn's attention back to the present and he threw a quick glance at the militiaman before returning his gaze to Kevin. While Harold's words evoked dry amusement in the elder mage, Fionn felt a stab of... amused annoyance. The annoyance quickly evaporated, though, as Kevin responded with surprising candidness, sharing his thoughts and worries.
"Are Portia's wishes more important than Mary's safety ?" Fionn asked, partly of Kevin, partly himself. "Had I known that there's neither midwife nor healer there, she'd have had to do more than slam the door in our faces to keep us out. By the time she asks for help, the situation might very well be beyond help. Mary might be beyond hel--" With the faint, clicking noise of teeth hitting teeth, Fionn fell silent. Moron! The plan had been to calm Harold down, not stir him up even more !