Firefly Ravine contralto

He felt nervous and strangely subdued - far from happy now - but Ashlar let it drop. He nodded back around the lump in his throat, but his gaze was serious. He had grown enough to know what this likely meant and he still would stay. She did not expect him to fight; maybe it was unfair of him to expect her not to.

Their conversation had given him a lot to quietly think about as he followed her up the rise. He would need to prepare if she meant to kill. Baba had shown him some ways to treat injuries, but he hadn't known he might need the methods so soon.

He began to hum to himself, softly, the tune he'd sung for her a long time ago. A part of it was nerves, a part of it was an apology. He hadn't meant to upset her.