Firefly Glen don't run away, oh, stay with me

Osiris nodded, understanding what West was saying. The last year had been tumultuous—especially for Easthollow. Firefly Glen had been lucky in that regard, as they had not suffered as much as their allies. "The last year has been ... something," he sympathized, "Hopefully this one will be better." 

"Take all the time that you need here," he offered, understanding the sense of duty that hindered their ability to stay longer. "That's right," he breathed, now remember that West had also been promoted; this year was already off to a good start, it seemed.

Although he didn't entirely understand the hesitation of taking over Easthollow, he tried to understand. "Well, it seems like you have already proven yourself to both your mother and your packmates," he observed. Leadership had come naturally to Osiris. "I'm sure you'll only become more capable as the seasons draw on," especially with Valette's aide. Then, as he could no longer ignore his curiosity, he asked, "Why don't you think you're ready?"