Firefly Ravine how lonely to be something nothing wants to kill

He presents his wounded rear in her direction and she slowly blinks between his thigh and face, staring blankly a beat later. “It’s all right,” she decides. He isn’t going to know what’s going through her mind and he has no reason to be nice to her. She quickly tucks away the grief as best she can (as much as one can when finding out their mother has been dead for months) and sighs, clutching to her mask a little while longer. “I’ve seen better.”
 
The ear he pierced with his teeth has scabbed over, some of the skin dying but overall there’s little more than a crinkle scabbed over, altering her ear only slightly. The rest of her wounds have been superficial and with little attention necessary. “Why are you following me?”