Firefly Glen sometimes we just think too much

@Holland

Quietly, she surveyed his form, noticing the unique discoloration of scars lining his side. Realizing she was once again—staring—she made a point to avert eye contact. Not wishing to provoke a growl from the attentive male.

“Yes, I can do that...” she responded, lowering her paw and glancing back over her shoulder at the stream. It was a bit small for a bath; though, if she were to follow it, she might stumble upon something larger. “…though a larger cleaning area may be in order?” she added, as if suggesting he accompany her.

Happiness has to be achieved…long-term.

Tabrielle turned back to face the medic, a faint smile appearing across her lips. She tilted her maw as if to say Who are you exactly? and gave her tail a subtle wag.