Firefly Glen xix. still with eyes meeting

She was half bothered, half grateful by the time the other woman finished. She was annoyed in part by the subtle warning, but she appreciated that she hadn't outright called her out. So she accepted the tip the usual way, without a thanks and without much acknowledgement.

Fennec. Healer and local bramblewitch. She smirked at the last bit knowingly. If the stranger thought it was a joke, she was half-right.

Wonder what makes a star fall. she mused. Not that she remembered what stars were; all she knew of them were her dad's descriptions from late-night sessions sitting by while he stargazed. Little points of light high in the sky. How did light even hurt anyone as it fell? Wasn't light the part of the sun that warmed her back?