Firefly Glen because you feel like a heartbeat

His words buzz within her chest, as fluttering butterflies or a flock of birds taking to wing. The caretaker, ever clinical and diagnostic, likens the warmth tingling along her cheeks and down the pale swath of her breast to the berry wine served at druidic festivals. The shallowness of her breath and the humming in her heart intoxicating, drunk. 

It stutters in her breath as she rises and pads to the soldier's side, timorously fiddling with the leaf of paste to avoid meeting his gaze. Drawn close, but a paw's length separating dark from light, gingerly spreading the poultice over his torn ear and shorn shoulder - starlight orbs can't help but to meet amber at the warrior's sly request. 

She doesn't say so but Awenfen would like to see him again too. 

"Zat vould be best," the sylph soughed in quiet agreement, gaze dropping as she pawed a wad of cobwebs out of the rabbitskin at her feet. 

" 'Oney vill not cut it," a smile curled over her lips as she glanced upwards, gaze sparkling with humor. 

"Me pack is within ze mount-ains, Rene-ian Empire," she revealed, octaves ahush with trepidation - as if fearful of spying ears.