Ankyra Sound time's the thief of memory

He expected questions, but not overt ones such as these. Nettle had tried to keep him from wandering too far east and had warned him of the dangers; beyond the questions, they had mentioned the delicacy of his mind following the trauma. Anything could set him off. Anything could trigger the memories of that fateful day, and without knowing what had unfolded in the forest meant that Firefly was in as much danger to himself as he was to others.

But, that meant he was prepared to some degree. It was not the first time he'd been interrogated about the event and certainly wouldn't be the last. He took a sharp breath in, filling his lungs with cold air that pealed out of him with a slow and steady exhalation. Somethin' tried to gut me, but I escaped, that much was true by the state of his ruined body and it was beyond miraculous that Firefly had managed to keep his innards, y'know, in.

That was Willow for you; paired with her brother, the two were quite the pair of apothecaries. They'd saved him and he knew he owed them a debt. The man didn't mention either of these wolves as he stood there thinking, but he did tack on for good measure - Got pretty close though.