He's minded her well nuf while out and about. Little River Bug what gets him into trouble with her brother, trouble on a job, but not so much they can't roll back out agian with all their limbs. It ain't easy, whatever's got her muddled.

So he stops by with apricots and ribbons and little bits of shine when he finds 'em. Talks to her or lets her talk at him. Lets er play with Jayne on the good days when they're both behaving.

Not all days are good, not all days are rough, and not all days leave him fair and fine and settled. Rough dreams remind'n him of fire and ash weigh on him- but he swings about to find her anyway. Noth'n like a slice of the very real present to help him remember why he's stick'n around. "Li'l bug?"