Frogspawn Swamp The lives we've reclaimed.

She cut him sharply with her tone, or maybe he was more sensitive at the moment with all these revelations being thrown his way; regardless, Firefly paused in his escape and turned a small glare upon her as she commented on his name — it wasn't worth fighting over, but he didn't appreciate the (percieved) hostility. Who the hell was she to decide what his name was, or who he was? Whether they had history or not — Ambrose was dead, Firefly was here now.

You're gonna be an uncle, Firefly. she said, and even though it hadn't quite registered yet, he wasn't sure how to feel about it when it was pointed out to him. What really chilled him to the core was her naming of Caiaphas; of all the things to cause his belief in her story, that was probably not the piece she was hoping to spark any understanding. But as she mentioned the sea-witch Firefly stared dumbly at her — and then, grunting and trying to play off the momentary pause that had caught him in place, he began to pull away with more urgency; but over his shoulder he shouted, Sure, and we can arrange play-dates; you're gonna be an aunty too, Nellie.

Did he call her something wrong on purpose? Maybe just to make a point; but he wouldn't linger to see the after-effects, leaving behind the sunlight and the calm as he began his return-trip to the coast.