Firefly Glen Nighttime coming

"not anyone." there was a sadness set on his mouth now. germanicus returned to the stars. "if you were not reared to be a soldier, you cannot be one at heart."

weariness stole over the ranger, as much from the injury leaching him as their confusing conversation.

"i will take the first watch." germanicus invited no argument, sun-gaze turned to cool light by the moon and stars hanging over their bower. he must rest. but the eagle was not nearly so injured that he could not defend them.