Firefly Glen Why won't you chase after me?

He tried not to puff out his chest when she called him brave, and he mostly succeeded — though he certainly looked quite pleased with himself. He was proud of all the experience he'd accumulated in his time wandering the wilds, and was perfectly pleased to have found someone who seemed to appreciate it it.

"Hours, probably," he replied, trying to measure the mountain with his eyes. "To get to the top? Maybe the rest of the day and then some. But we don't have to go that high."

He picked a spit halfway down, where a ledge jutted out from an otherwise steep incline.

"I think we should go there," he said, putting his face close to hers so that his nose could point out the ledge to both of them. "It looks like a good place to see the stars from, don't you think?"