Moonspear Although I search myself, it's always someone else I see

Keen frowned as he spoke, a little raw after so much intense and sudden worry. Can you just be a little careful? She tried to compromise, ears pinned to her head. Her distress was clear in her voice and in her eyes.
You might not care if you fall, but I do, Whether they were friends for a day or a year, Keen would still care. She studied him as she spoke, as if she might be able to see some physical difference in him that made him so... reckless and careless. But there was nothing, at least outwardly. He seemed healthy, as he'd said. But Keen was worried anyway.