Firefly Glen for what it’s worth

Hey! she barked, You are the bad hunter. The need for humor was understood; becoming too immersed in the world's evils was not good for the psyche, and she had seen how taxing that road could become. Ying sighed and continued onward, reorienting herself along the Glen's perimeter.

Each step was partnered with slight apprehension. Ying had become incredibly self-aware, noticing each of her mistakes during their walk. It was an uncomfortable state of being, so to distract herself, she asked, Do you think, one day, you will be good at hunting? Do you hope?