Firefly Glen make it make sense

He knew very well exactly how it felt to be snuck up on, or closed in on by such a shadow-turned-tangible, and though her expression softened with the moments to follow the start he gave her, he still couldn't deny the glimmer of satisfaction he felt deep down to have seen it. All the same, he knew it had been a gamble on his part that she wouldn't immediately come after him—hence an unclear understanding thanks to how young he had been when her group had left Moonspear, but hence his tensions strung up tight and ready to snap. It didn't feel like it would take long to do it, either, and not at all thanks to anything as old as that. He, at least, was present.

But, his head canted subtly and he couldn't help but toy with a hint of a smirk. How do you know that was as fast as I could? he snickered, almost able to flaunt a touch of humor along with a bit of familiar pride then. Anyway, he tried to keep the momentum going, at least with an amble of a walk. But really. Why me? It's a nice night out, he gestured, ahead and above as the fireflies glimmered, mesmerizing on the balmy summer's air, before turning back to Wraen. He wasn't all there could be.