Firefly Glen because you feel like a heartbeat

The sylph welcomed his help, yet she pulled back in shock as the male ripped at the foliage (which came free with little resistance) and tumbled backwards - wide eyes surveying the scene in mute surprise. 

Her features aligned into an amused smile as she padded to Memory's side, gently tugging the tendrils free of his earthy coat with a soft chuckle. 

"Aye," she rasped, mischievous expression belaying that she didn't believe him - not one lick. "Of course," she agreed, jokingly helping the warrior save face. 

"Ye know, t'at vasn't vat I 'ad in min' vhen I considered searching fer 'erbs to cover yer woun' in," the botanist teased playfully as she nudged the vines of goldenrod closer, stretching out comfortably as she settled in to make an ointment for his affliction. 

Fen took to chewing at the medicinal plant, working it to a paste in her jaws slowly, occasionally spitting a mouthful of the unsavory concoction onto a leaf for safekeeping. 

Her pallid gaze remained averted all the while, somehow vulnerable working beneath the shadow's keen honey watch.