LOREN
Again, Loren manages to stay calm in the face of Phoebe’s anger. It helps that he knows her heart is in the right place, based off everything she’s said and everything he’s heard here, even if she is expressing it in the worst possible way. Besides, he had come here, to her space, and picked apart her theories. Luckily, he had a response to her question, though he paused for a moment before speaking. ”Because I know what it feels like to be blamed for something I wasn’t responsible for and had no control over. I’ve been hurt because people made assumptions about me, about others, and about what was important and what was truth.” The Launceleyns had tortured him since he was a child for supposedly having weak magic when the truth was he just needed time, or a different teacher, or space, or all three. So the summoner wasn’t going to sit idly by while someone cast unfounded aspersions without solid proof.Her information is quite useful and the Launceleyn tilts his head, a spark of excitement flaring in his eyes. ”Really? That’s fantastic news. I mean, obviously not fantastic, but no one else I’ve spoken to had any clue how it was transmitted. I was going to test it on animals, er, well, summoned animals, not real ones, to see if blood was to blame. We should let everyone know, so at least we can try to prevent any more cases from cropping up.” At least Jigano and Remi seemed stumped by that, and Loren had been planning to run those experiments. He supposed now he didn’t have to. As the conversation swung back to the Ascended, his enthusiasm dimmed, but wasn’t entirely snuffed out. ”Everyone wears clothes that could carry the illness on them. And you’re right, we don’t know. That’s the truth of the matter, we still don’t have enough information. But if you’ll let me, I’d very much like to help you find out.” The summoner glances at all those supplies she was packing up and feels the corner of his mouth quirk up. ”And I’d still like to help you carry those boxes.” Hopefully she wouldn’t kick him out after all this.
A beggar's book
outworths
a noble's blood
