Firefly Glen because you feel like a heartbeat

The battered woman's pale gaze rose slightly, only to drop once more as she caught the glint of bronze caressing the length of her body. 

Heat rose to her cheeks and her throat bobbed silently, doubt doubling the pace of her heart - wondering if the shy, fumbling male truly was a predator. Maybe there really were nefarious intentions hiding beneath the veneer of kindness. 

Seelie optics snapped up to meet honey, the ivory hart's protective mask knocked clean off by Memory's exhaled proclamation. 

"Oh," she wisped in shock - the concept one that was new to the fae. Much like her newfound admirer, Awenfen had always been the oddball: small and slight, bird-boned, and far too doglike - a trait that was oft considered ugly. 

"I..zank ye," the scarred sylph uttered, just as shyly as her companion. 

"I vould not min'?" She ventured, brows rising ever so slightly in empathy. "I am, eh, 'ow you say? 'ealer?" 

Perhaps there was some kind of herbs she could offer, to ease his pain. The girl knew there was little hope of piecing his features back together, they'd already healed too much for that anyhow. But mayhaps she could make him a little more comfortable, improve his quality of life.