Firefly Glen Why won't you chase after me?

Kindle gave a sage lite nod; of course, he was well familiar by then with not knowing where he was going. That was why he'd taken to following his wayward nephew around. He had been told, though, (and he tended to believe his elder when they bestowed such sentiments upon him) that these things came in time.

"I am also wandering," he told her, more or less honestly. "Whatever way looked most interesting." More or less honestly.

At the question, he gave an abortive little half-bow.

"Kindle Morningside," he introduced himself. "Nobody important."