LOREN
Phoebe had indeed laughed at Loren’s incredibly lame joke, for which he was grateful. It was rare for him to bring joy instead of suffering into the world, so every little bit helped (not that he could ever balance the ledger of what he owed to other people). Pim came back and the Launceleyn gave the dragon a small smile. However, the happy expression slipped off the summoner’s face as the healer continued to speak about her experiences at her school. ”There is. As the only noble here, former or not, I should absolutely apologize for the pain my kind caused you.” Even if he hadn’t been directly responsible, he’d been complicit. ”And just because that’s what happens when you’re different doesn’t mean that’s what should happen. Doesn’t make it right.” His voice came out a little too sharply on that last comment: Phoebe’s words had hit a little too close to home for him to be comfortable. Still, he had no right to take that tone with her. ”Sorry”Not like him. Because yes, he was deeply traumatized. He knew that. He wouldn’t even deny that fact if he was asked. But where she was wrong was thinking that her medicines could do anything for him. Tough as it might be for her, for Remi, for everyone to swallow, Loren was beyond saving, beyond help. Besides, even if he thought it was possible, he didn’t deserve it. ”Thanks. I appreciate it.” And he did, even if it was unnecessary.
A beggar's book
outworths
a noble's blood
