Firefly Glen because you feel like a heartbeat

As her eyes finally met his, he saw something there... something familiar. A glint of a haunted past. The look of someone running from some terrible thing their nightmares would never let them escape. 
And there, just there, on the curve of her delicate neck, lay a scar that matched his own. 
He took a shaky breath, eyes wide. Again she offered to treat his wounds and this time, like a moth to the moon, like a unicorn tamed at the breast of a Maiden, he surrendered. 
"I...if you want to. I uh...I don't mind. I'm mostly worried about my neck- I can't reach it to groom. I've just been smearing honey on it...and my pack's healer has worked on it when she has time.." 
He moved towards her slowly, hesitatingly, and lowered his body before her. "Your accent...where are you from, beautiful?"