Firefly Glen ours

Osiris nodded in recognition; perhaps it had been Leta's love of star-gazing that had chiefly captivated him. "She had never seen a firefly before, and she mistook one for a star," he remembered. "Perhaps that is another reason why grandfather extended his claim to these lands," he mused, thinking of the starchaser. 

For some reason, the thought of Hydra and Leta meeting made his stomach feel like it was going to fall out of his butt. "Yes," he answered to both of her questions, swallowing the unexpected lump that had formed in his throat. "She's already improving," selfishly, after what had happened with Fallstag, Osiris wanted Leta to steer clear of the borders—but he knew that he couldn't control her. If she wanted to practice her patrolling, he would oblige with the utmost discretion. Osiris would not risk Leta getting hurt again; he felt personally responsible for her protection.