Firefly Glen in the gap between dreams

It felt superficial at first, but he could try to soothe himself with the view. Taking it in, breathing deep, and outwardly, nothing here should rankle him, so with this he tried to enjoy this comfort instead of fixate on what he only thought was unseen. It was peaceful, and it was home. He told himself over and over again that he needed to unwind, rest.. whatever...

His ears perked, though, to the prospect of a different distraction. When he noticed her slinking up, he pivoted slightly, watching her awfully carefully for someone trying to chill out. Mhm, he confirmed slowly with the nod that followed, and supposed he really didn't know that much about her either now that he really thought about it, and faced her one-on-one. If his memory served correctly, she had come when they were searching for Mira? Maybe just after. Either way, he knew Osiris knew her better, and that she had seemed to fit in nicely among the others just around the pack and at their gatherings, so.. he measured the exhale, trying to settle his prickles that had nothing to do with her. You're Lunaria, right? he hoped, aiming for casual as he glanced her lean countenance over--trying not to linger on the scar crossing her chest, but he was certainly curious. Maybe soon. Something have you out here? he asked first to keep some attention off him.