growing roses in the disarray

The white sheep of the family

At Maea's question, Loren's eyes tightened. "There are ways." His voice came out slightly guilty and slightly bitter, but entirely exhausted. "Some people like to keep their scars. And others would have rather you didn't heal them, choosing to die or suffer instead." His expression darkened into something almost ugly.

However, her request for a request distracted him from the gloomy turn his thoughts had taken. He turned to look at her, eyes distant and veiled again. "You can ask. But no guarantees that I can or will provide it." Studying her features, he kept his hands clasped behind his back as he waited for her to ask whatever it was that was on her mind.

Will blood tell

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