Firefly Glen starry eyed

Osiris followed Leta's lead, calling out every so often for Mira in a low, drawled chuff as he watched the road ahead of them. He could only hope that she was nearby and could hear them, but the pragmaticism within him told him otherwise. 

When Leta spoke, Osiris kept his eyes ahead of them but turned an ear towards her. "I'm thrilled, actually," he admitted. There been little time for him to reflect on everything that had happened, and he was thankful for the opportunity to do so now. "I just feel like I've constantly been going since I spoke with my mom about it—but even that hasn't been bad at all." 

Curious, Osiris turned towards Leta. "What about you?" he asked. "What do you think about all of this?" Osiris was glad that she was here.