Firefly Glen sanctify

Cole’s ear flicked as Shamura spoke, that old sermon-like rhythm winding on with a dedication he’d heard before—though from others, he’d never given it much mind. Still, he held his tongue, keeping the faintest smirk at bay, curious if there was more beneath her words than he expected.

So, the one who waits, he murmured, glancing at her to see if she might humor him. How d’you know, though? Ever seen it yourself, or had a run-in with somethin' that’s… waiting? He tilted his head, studying her carefully, trying not to sound like he was challenging her but genuinely intrigued.