LOREN
They'd had to take care of the guards bodies first. Loren hadn't been able to save them, but he would at least make sure they had a proper send off. Or as proper a send off as they could give them under the circumstances.
After checking to make sure no one else in their crew was seriously injured, he'd healed himself as well as Morgan and Weaver if they agreed to it. After the damage from the Eirachi, he didn't want to take the chance they were nursing a wound. Zariah, unfortunately, was on her own.
Healing done, he faced the gates. Ice grew, trying to plug the hole until they could come up with a more permanent solution. After tat, he staggered towards where he could see the light.
At the sight of Neron, the healer's expression had tightened. However, he went to walk by the Warden. Reaching out with one hand, Loren laid it on his twin's shoulder. The healer began helping to shepherd the citizens to safety. "Where are the wounded?" Exhaustion, grief, and horror made Loren's voice shake, and he spoke in a quiet whisper.
Then Zariah's voice rang out and he gritted his teeth. Spinning to face her, he planted himself firmly between his relatives. "Enough!" His voice rang out as loud and sharply as hers. "This is neither the time nor the place for this conversation. Let's get everyone to safety and warmth."
After checking to make sure no one else in their crew was seriously injured, he'd healed himself as well as Morgan and Weaver if they agreed to it. After the damage from the Eirachi, he didn't want to take the chance they were nursing a wound. Zariah, unfortunately, was on her own.
Healing done, he faced the gates. Ice grew, trying to plug the hole until they could come up with a more permanent solution. After tat, he staggered towards where he could see the light.
At the sight of Neron, the healer's expression had tightened. However, he went to walk by the Warden. Reaching out with one hand, Loren laid it on his twin's shoulder. The healer began helping to shepherd the citizens to safety. "Where are the wounded?" Exhaustion, grief, and horror made Loren's voice shake, and he spoke in a quiet whisper.
Then Zariah's voice rang out and he gritted his teeth. Spinning to face her, he planted himself firmly between his relatives. "Enough!" His voice rang out as loud and sharply as hers. "This is neither the time nor the place for this conversation. Let's get everyone to safety and warmth."
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
