Nothing there for you to see

KORBIN

And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,

That earned him a closer scrutiny than Korbin had given him so far, in any encounter up until now. Disregarding the tears, he took in the man's appearance, looking for... he didn't know what. Outwards signs of something being amiss. But really, he didn't know this person, and couldn't tell if it was true.

"I'm... sorry. For letting you see that." It came rather grudgingly, but was sincere none the less. Loren was a healer, he remembered. Probably seeing people get killed was the opposite of what he wanted.

Korbin made no move to stand however, and after one brief look outside, he shook his head and leaned it back against the cave wall. "Don't bother. Not in this weather. You'd be lost after a hundred yards. You think it's windy here now, you should see the Tundra. Better ride it out in shelter and hope it blows over quickly."

It was a long trek over open terrain between here and the Citadel, and their shifts wouldn't be able to fly over the clouds. At least his couldn't. He had tried once, and almost died when he ran out of air and began to lose consciousness in mid flight. He'd never dared tell Weaver about that little mishap...

Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.