Firefly Glen everything is(n't) going to be okay

patroclus. her mouth did not enjoy the sharp edges of the name, and she swallowed part of it in her repetition. "did you know those who lived here first?"

perhaps he had come too after the remnants of the glen. not for the first time did kukutux consider the good sense and whispering that had brought her back. suppose she had not come?

"i will look now for the wood," she murmured apologetically. "we are not so far, but it will be a better thing to make your leg still until you must stand."