Firefly Glen i don't care so why do you

He glances at her once before looking away. Words remained unsaid, though deep in his mind he was slightly offended. Perhaps it was more than offense, perhaps he was just pissed off. He hadn't a chance to be pissed off yet. Not openly. He felt he was always watching his back in the Glen. Watching what he said and how he did it.

You are not my keeper was what he wanted to say. Instead he said; "I... did not know you had left." Which was true. He had been quite busy. If Keres happened to notice this, she would see bags under his eyes. A weariness in the medic that wasn't there before, reserved only for wearisome conversations and not work ethic.

Everyone seemed to be hurt these days. Emotionally, physically... Holland realized he hadn't really bothered to sort his own shit out. All the wolves he had met had something going for them. Leta and that young man didn't even want the healer to touch them. How was he supposed to feel about that? "Did you scout for that man... and his pack?" he forced himself to take an interest.

But he found he really didn't care as long as the wolves who possibly took Simmik stayed far, far away. At least until he had a better stock of herbs. He glances back, checking to see if Keres was wounded. It seemed not.