Firefly Glen You belong somewhere you can feel free

He waited anxiously as Fennec investigated the pouch, sticking her nose inside it to see that it had just enough space for some herbs. While he hadn't really considered that Fennec would ever be carrying around poisons- or that he was basically now enabling her to do so- he had considered how bad plants might taste, and that this would be a good remedy to that situation. Her reaction was genuine- and it made his heart melt with pride, knowing that he'd managed to glean from her a little bit of excitement which she would normally have stifled in order to seem collected. 

That came soon enough, but when she leaned against him, he forgot what he was going to say in response, and rubbed his muzzle along the back of her neck. Had they ever really been this close before? He couldn't remember- nor could he process his thoughts terribly well. "Only the best, for," He said, trailing off. He paused for a moment, wondering if she might pull away yet wiling with every fibre of his being for her to stay close. "Well, we're...Gonna need a medic, here," He said.