Ankyra Sound A place for my head.

She seemed genuinely shocked that he was alive right now. A gasp of a word fell from her perfect lips and she drew closer, Firefly watching her sleepily; it was like he had died and come back different, imprinting on the first thing his tired eyes landed upon. At least it was someone closer to his own age.

Feels like... Like I got throttled pretty good, he tried to sit up as he spoke. The wounds had been well tended while he slept, so aside from some discomfort he didn't have any negative reactions. The wounds were halfway healed. Probably deserved it. 

But then he remembered with a jolt — Where is Rosalyn?