Firefly Glen And a Song Well-Sung is a Sung-Well Song So Sing

Gawain thanked him. It made her smile while she worked. He seemed like a person who, perhaps, was not used to kindness from strangers. This was something she had always been willing to give to even the most judged and hated characters. There was once a time she had even made friends with a bobcat, much to the surprise and distaste of most of her friends and family. 

You're quite welcome, said Toad, rather old-timey. She pulled one last burr, then licked the fur of the tail in its natural direction calmly. Finally, she smiled, standing. Alrighty. You’re all done! Try giving it a wave to see if I missed any, she said, pleased with the result. She stepped back, watching the young male carefully to see how the fur fell once it was clean. Looking at his face, he seemed worried about something, but it was unclear what.