Firefly Glen Take you like a drug;

The question was lost in the current. It took a bit for it to reach the stream of her thoughts. 

Star fall—shooting star, in the common tongue.

She looked back at Cole. The invitation had not been forgotten. His presence was quiet but formidable; something kindred. She enjoyed his presence, perhaps more than she should. More than she cared to. His camaraderie had rubbed off on her, much to her chagrin. 

It wouldn't hurt, she said finally.