Finn frowned, and recoiled from the top of Morgan's shoulders. "WHAT!? Eww, gross! Ok, you win! That's way worse..." he hissed, slouching lower on Morgan's back, until he slid off.
Funny as it may be though, Finn ended up tucking this little tidbit of information away. Get real cold? Take a hot bath. Might be useful information later...
In the mean time, his conscience was now clear about any wrongs, and there was no bad blood lingering between him and the rest of the crew. He even seemed proud of Morgan -- by her own admission, that was a difficult thing to do. Though, Finn knew better than to make a big deal of it. They were happy and at ease, and that was enough.
The fox kit had run into a wall suddenly. Exhaustion had finally caught up with him, and he let out an almighty yawn, causing him to stumble a little on his way back to bed. Finn crawled up on his bunk, and burrowed his way under the covers again.
And yet, Finn was silent. His mind seemed pensive. Content for sure, but he was in his own little world at the moment, marveling at how differently things could have been in a parallel universe if just one thing could have gone differently in the ships hold. The kit looked up at Morgan through half lidded eyes, fighting off sleep to stay up just a few moments longer while she made final arrangements before bed.
