give me a life time of promises (open)

Shrugging, Loren rubbed a nervous hand against his thigh. "Maybe. But I'm not sure she's particularly inclined to grant my prayers." It came out quietly, and he sighed. As Maea offered her own prayer, he watched her carefully, though he didn't dare speak up during what felt like a weirdly intimate moment. Shaking his head, he bit his lip. "No. Not so bad." Then he gave her a wry smile, one that wasn't happy in the slightest. "This is the easy part, though. The part I can do." Looking away, he took a deep breath. "It's actually speaking to them that gives me trouble." The words were more muted now, as he slid back towards that emptiness that called to him. LOREN Not quite an open book