Putting several feet between them, Grainne looks up at him, confused. The feeling of impending panic recedes, but her confusion only grew. Still, she takes a deep breath and tries to gather her wits together.

There's still more to tell him, isn't there? "What... hell?" Is he asking her about her life after he died? She shakes her head, and tries to find something else to turn this, well, whatever it was, because it certainly isn't a conversation. "I'm not..."

No, she's stronger than this. Forcing herself to calm, she straightens up and looks at him, hands at her sides and fisted in determination. "That isn't everything. Fionn died shortly after that. He took Oscar's death so hard, and... he realized what exactly he had done, but it was already too late. Oisin disappeared, and the rumor is that a lady of the Sidhe took him with her. I had already left by then... so I'm uncertain." Now that she's going again, it's easier this time. "Selbsercach and Druime inherited everything and last I heard of them, they both married and had children. That is all I know of them."

Nothing about her or her own life, or her reasons for being here like this now. She's the last one to deny he had a right to know what happened to their friends and family, but they are supposed to be making a clean break. Her life was of little consequence to anything happening now. "Please let me go now."