Seeing Finnegan in such a state hurt more than Alyssana expected. She hated seeing anyone when their mind betrayed them. [i]He did this to others,[/i] she reminded herself sternly. [i]He reaps only what he himself has sown.[/i] And yet he looked so pitful, fumbling for words, that it was hard to keep from feeling for him. Walter mentioned a murder, and Alyssana's focus snapped to him, but at his plea for help her gaze softened. She sighed. "Let's find a place to sit down, shall we?" she suggested, turning to lead the way. Once the three of them were settled, she considered the men before her. Walter was fluttering even now that he'd sat down, worried about the state of his brother. Finnegan was acting half-drunk, but at least seated he wasn't likely to fall over. She'd removed her wings and set them aside so that she might sit comfortably, and now Alyssana sighed. "There's not much I can do, Walter." Perhaps if she'd been a little faster, but no -- she was selfish enough to wish to avoid being affected herself instead of trying to spare Finnegan. "My guess is it will wear off eventually, but until then I suppose we'd best keep an eye on him." She paused. "Now...you mentioned something about a murder?"