Firefly Glen band candy

... it's nothin'. rhaegal murmurs, though her concern softens his exterior a little. he finds it touching, especially because they were truthfully naught but strangers.

he thinks of the ravenhued man at sapphique's border and how crassly he treated those who had intercepted him. not all strangers were pompous and arrogant under the guise of kind — even now that word and memory he unfortunately associates with it lingers like a bad taste on his tongue.

just a few scratches.