Firefly Glen because you feel like a heartbeat

The botanist's expression fills with warmth, silent agreement in the nod she profers in response of his attempts. 

As she binds his wounds with sticky spiderwebs, the halfling starts slightly in surprise, realizing he's taken her words to mean that he should uproot himself in order to join her. 

Wide eyes of starshine snap up to him, rosebud lips parted in a silent 'o' of shock as the pale fawn scans his ravaged face for sincerity. He truly means it; he would give up his life to piece it into her own. 

Unsure of how she's inspired such devotion, such romance, the druid whets her split lips with an anxious little swipe of her pink tongue. 

"I vould nae exp-ect ye ta aband-on yer people, sythr," she breathes, fluffy auds shaking in unison with the slight denial of her frozen diadem. 

"I mean' ye might visit, so I might 'eal yer injur-ies," Awenfen explained tactfully, gently, not wanting to reject him in the slightest. Such was clear with her next words, "..yet, if yer 'eart is set on join-ing ze Empire, I'm cert-ain ze Lady Reiko vould velcome a soldier as yerself." 

"I too vould velcome yer prese-nce...and yer court-ship...if'n ye are so in-clined.."