LOREN
As Phoebe turned the tables on Loren, he could feel a little bit of his old mask creeping in. ”I’ve made mistakes, but I will do better.” He didn’t really need to believe it, but he sunk a great deal of conviction into his tone. The problem was, even though he kept trying to do better, every attempt he made failed. The healer didn’t need to know that, and the summoner was an expert at hiding his true feelings by now.
As she insisted she was fine, the Launceleyn held up his hands in defeat. ”Alright. If you’re sure.” He’d take her at her word, though he was still planning to keep an eye on her just to make sure she wasn’t acting tough for some weird reason. Not particularly wanting to argue about the incident any longer, Loren just gave Pim a chagrined look. ”Sorry Pim. Didn’t mean to startle you.” Once again, the summoner’s best efforts to do good backfired horribly. His eyes rose to the scorch marks on the stone, the visible reminder of his latest mistake.
As she insisted she was fine, the Launceleyn held up his hands in defeat. ”Alright. If you’re sure.” He’d take her at her word, though he was still planning to keep an eye on her just to make sure she wasn’t acting tough for some weird reason. Not particularly wanting to argue about the incident any longer, Loren just gave Pim a chagrined look. ”Sorry Pim. Didn’t mean to startle you.” Once again, the summoner’s best efforts to do good backfired horribly. His eyes rose to the scorch marks on the stone, the visible reminder of his latest mistake.
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
