Firefly Glen no treble

He had misgivings that it would be that simple, but he was not one to force his opinion on anyone. Just give advice that he hoped would be followed. As much as he wanted to cringe at her quick licks at the scrape, he made sure to really keep track of her movements for as long as they were together here.

If he was a forward man, he would have asked to examine it again. Examine the scrape, maybe clean it in the streams he knew flowed throughout the glen... "No" he says, tearing his eye from the scrape and looking at her straight on. She may be unnerved by his features but he did not care. He discarded vanity long ago, accepting the way he looked like.

"I suppose you're going up there?" he bit back a sigh. Didn't he just say to be careful? Mountain paths had their fair shake of loose dirt and stones. "I'll go with you" Holland volunteered, still wishing to make sure she was not limping.