Firefly Glen starry eyed

Leta felt the same way. But they were moving right along and things were going well, which was of little surprise to her given the nature of Moonspear. Definitely efficient. As he expressed his happiness for her being a part of his family, she could not help but make her own personal little spin on it and imagine that he meant it in an entirely different way than he said it. The notion surprised her, and she tripped—she did her best to play it off as though she had found an interesting scent, hoping he had missed that. 

Feeling warm even still, Leta shook out her furs and darted to his side. When he stepped nearer to her, she almost stepped away if only because of her recollection of Fallstag. But Osiris was slower and sweeter and definitively not Fallstag, and instead of freezing in place as she had Leta pressed up against him softly, searching for the support his frame offered for a beat. He said she would get there, but it was hard to believe. As far as him getting there... she withdrew to squint at him. I would say you at least did pretty well. You defended me, your home, yourself—you killed him, she breathed, not at all repulsed by it but not enjoying the relief she felt all the same. 

He would never hurt her again, or Osiris either. 

Glad he thought a hunt would be a good idea, Leta drifted forward and pawed at the earth to establish another scent marker. Looking back to him, Leta asked, what would you say... in fighting... is the best advice you've ever received? she wondered.