LOREN
Sighing, Loren ran a hand through his hair. Phoebe’s comments about being used, and being instruments, about seeking proof to prove her theories false was worrisome. His voice, when he spoke next, was as gentle and patient as he could make it. ”They’re people, Phoebe, just like you and me. And they’re scared. We’re all scared, but the worst thing we can do is let that fear drive us further apart. You say all the signs point to the Ascended being unwitting pawns, but by your own admission you have no real proof of that, only circumstantial evidence. Shouldn’t we believe that they are trying to do the best they can, believe in their innocence, until we have incontrovertible proof to the contrary? We can do that and still keep people safe from the blight, keep it from spreading.” It was an appeal to her better nature, one the Launceleyn didn’t know if she had. Still, she was a healer, so he hoped she did.He flinched as she threw the vial and it shattered against the wall. Giving her a concerned look, he walked over and knelt by the shards. Using his telekinesis, he gathered every piece he could find, then created a small box to store them in. This was still an infirmary, and he didn’t want people getting hurt. ”I spoke to Remi and Jigano. For what it’s worth, I believe they were both speaking more from personal experience than from any actual experimentation.” Loren’s tone was low and soothing. The bard was blighted and the alchemist was married to someone with the blight, so obviously they’d both come into contact with it. ”I’d be happy to share what little they told me, if you feel it would be helpful.” It was small, in the grand scheme of things, but it was something.
Placing the box on a shelf, where no one would accidentally cut themselves on the contents, the librarian nodded when she asked him to grab a box. Picking one up, he grunted at the weight, then turned his head to glance at the healer. ”I’m going to summon something to help, if that’s alright with you.” Without waiting for an answer—partially because he felt he’d been more than patient with her and partially because he could already feel the strain in his arms and had no interest in carrying all these supplies by hand—he called upon a golem. It appeared in the middle of the infirmary, then lumbered over to the nearest set of boxes and lifted one onto each shoulder. That done, both the summoner and his golem turned to look at the healer expectantly: Loren didn’t know where they were taking the boxes, so Phoebe would have to lead the way.
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a noble's blood
