Firefly Glen Show me the miles and your arms and the pink scar

She demanded his name, his identity, and Yao clamped shut, unwilling to give this strange creature any part of his being, not until he knew what she was. He could very well be mistaking her for something else, but the lost, wild look in her eyes unsettled him. His body screamed at him to flee, knowing that if she truly held some kind of magic, he would be at a disadvantage, but his honor demanded he stay. If she was hurt in some way he would hate himself if he had just left. Are you OK? he said, hesitant.