Firefly Glen everything is(n't) going to be okay

He cried some more, she sang some more and soon enough he didn’t remember much beyond those details. He drifted in and out of this state like the oceans beckoned him. Everything blurred when his eyes grew too heavy. A brief sleep before he’d stir himself into a painful waking state again.

Although this time he was presented with color upon Kukutux’s lips, an offering to him. One he did not refuse in the slightest. Far too eager to be rid of this moment in time and see relief in whatever form it came. Yet she beckoned him to stand, somebody had come to help her with him.

Just for you. Tired, heavy humor in his voice. An attempt to distract himself.

It would not be pretty or graceful, but he would try as many times as it took for him to rise.