Fin's face turned red as he turned away from Beatry, "S-some times things happen, and then you don't like things involved with that happening." Awkwardly he gave a pretty pathetic attempt at covering up why he had a fear of fire. It was embarrassing to say the least for him, a knight with a phobia, he had tried to conquer it, but it never went well for him. Even the thought of a magical area of fire sent shivers down his spine. Was he really unable to run away from this one? Fin started to laugh loudly, he knew it was frankly pathetic, but it was a hard thing to do, facing such a traumatic fear.

He turned back to her, his face's colour returning to its norm, "Well, it's not like the fire one comes first right? I mean the other eleven clearly do, as fire is such a strong and dominating element, it must be last, or one of the last ones." He spoke aloud trying to comfort himself, but a feeling in his gut wouldn't let it sit, he knew he wouldn't be that lucky.