Firefly Glen but when i go to sleep at night, don't you call my name

While Riley panicked, Esme remained nonplussed, studying her claws as if she had not been the source of his torment. Of course, Riley was unaware of such a fact -- and even now as he laid across the grass in breathless heaps, found himself scraping his nose repeatedly with a dewclaw.

He missed her clipped tone, too busy lamenting over the throbbing of his nose and the paralyzing fear that he might become invalid in short order; not even when Esme stood over him did his gaze lift (and what a shame! he might have had a chance to peek upskirt, if he was so inclined).

She was leaving. Riley missed pretty much everything that she had said, except for that bit. "Do you have to go?" He suddenly asked, feeling very alone and not at all relishing the idea that the meadow would be evacuated of all blood-clad tormentors in short order.