Firefly Glen i don't care so why do you

He misunderstood what she meant, though Keres made no effort to interrupt. He was already frustrated and, in her experience, cutting someone off to explain her own side never ended well. Oft, it made things worse. Still, she could not help the huff that left her, heated breath curling in the air before it dissipated. A flick of the tail, a shift of her weight and she yet stood, taking in his words while biting her tongue — metaphorically speaking.

Again that word. Friend. Did he not see that she did it to protect him, too? Her mouth opened, words rising only to die in her throat at his further question. Blinking, Keres stood as if frozen in time, trying to wrap her head around what he was asking her.

What would I do if you got taken?

I...

What would I do if you got taken?

A question that had been asked before, by a man that no longer walked among the living. A man that had once vowed to protect her until they grew old and grey together (more grey than she already at was, at least) and that had been struck from her future quicker than a flash of lightning. The shockwave those few words sent through her shook the woman down to her core.

Her eyes lifted, searching Holland's. You would be here to heal me when I returned... Her voice ended on a lilting note, almost a question but also... not.