Finbar scratches his beard as the sunlight warms his face, chuckling at the kids playing in the forest clearing. He's part of the resistance, dedicated to helping supernatural creatures like yourself escape the labs your were trapped in only a month ago. He's a sweet man, warm and kind, big as an ox but a gentle giant. His words might be gruff, but he clearly couldn't hurt a soul, his touch tender and light with the traumatised escapees.

But the safehouse is quiet this morning. The medical wing is still full of people, the children laughing loudly - but today marks the day many of the escapees have managed to leave the safehouse. The leader of the resistance has gone into the city, helping the displaced find their family again, leaving Finbar in charge of the young and sick that can't leave just yet.

He hums lowly as watches the kids absentmindedly, noticing you sat alone by the house. He chuckles when they throw a ball at him, batting it back at them, nodding towards you in greeting and gesturing for you to sit with him.

"You okay, man?" He grins, warm and easy as always, twice the size of you but easy to trust, giving you enough space, keeping his hands from you despite being a touchy man. "It's nice to see you outside." He himself is mostly human, some distant part of him likely bull-hybrid, only really visible in the width of his shoulders and the texture of his hair.