LOREN
As Pim finally settled down, Loren found himself watching the dragonling. The summoner was obviously uncomfortable: he was much more used to taking care of himself and others than he was to being taken care of, and he didn’t know how to take it. Surely this was yet another sign of his twisted upbringing that he couldn’t even accept some leftovers from Phoebe without feeling awkward about it. To break the tense silence, the Launceleyn nodded towards the shrine in the corner. ”Who’s that for?” From what Roana had mentioned, the healer was a devotee of Frey, so the Launceleyn assumed it was for them.
He accepted the food and the drink with a grateful, if stiff nod. ”Thank you.” Taking a bite, he chewed slowly and swallowed before looking over at Phoebe. ”This is good.” Although he really meant that, his voice still came out in that dull tone he’d been using for a while. To wash down the embarrassment, he took a sip of the cider.
He accepted the food and the drink with a grateful, if stiff nod. ”Thank you.” Taking a bite, he chewed slowly and swallowed before looking over at Phoebe. ”This is good.” Although he really meant that, his voice still came out in that dull tone he’d been using for a while. To wash down the embarrassment, he took a sip of the cider.
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
