LOREN
”Wasted away is more accurate. I’m putting on weight though, promise.” That was only partially true: spending a year without regular access to food had left Loren a shadow of his former self, and he knew he was far too thin. Still, he was so busy that he still found himself missing meals every now and again. Expressing that to Phoebe would probably just get her to fuss even more, so he just took another bite of the sandwich, which really was quite good. Besides, he could probably heal a broken rib. Well. Maybe. He wasn’t sure how powerful his healing really was, having not had many opportunities to test it. Yet.Grinning at her joke Loren wondered exactly what her relationship to nobility actually had been. ”What can I say? I’m weird and full of surprises. Stick around to find out what I’ll do next.” He’d joked about starting up a menagerie, but maybe he should sell tickets to see him instead. People never seemed to know what to make of him or what he’d do next, after all, including himself.
A beggar's book
outworths
a noble's blood
