Having gotten a little used to magic by this point, Finn merely tilts his head in curiosity over the cloud. Emotional magic. That's a new one. Or, well, then again, he supposes use of the Force is technically emotional magic. At least in his mind.

"You don't need to be fixed. But you're welcome." No one needs fixing, not really. People just are who they are, and if they feel like they need to be fixed, then maybe they just need some outside help of another kind. Like a listener, for example.

He wants to ask what she liked about the killing or why she had to kill the thing at all. As someone who has killed a lot of things, there are blurry lines there regarding ethics and morals. Sometimes, it's best to ignore those lines entirely, he finds. But for now, he's not sure circling back around to such a heavy topic is something she wants.

So he points to the cloud. "That's pretty cool, by the way. What does it mean? Does it depend on the color?"