The white sheep of the family
Grinning unrepentantly at Weaver, Loren nodded. "Exactly. A nice Halovian girl." Although he was teasing her, she did indeed seem well suited to this frozen land.
Shrugging, he just nibbled around the edges of his scone. "Me too, but not that sorry." Sighing, he scratched the back of his head sheepishly. "If I'm being honest, I don't think it was ever going to work out long term. We have lives in completely different places." Glancing aside, he bit his lip.
However, his eyes snapped back to her at her next comment. Raising his eyebrows, he smiled slowly and maybe a bit self-satisfied at her. "Is that so?" Letting out a huff of laughter, he gave her a searching look. "Worried he might steal me away?" Although his tone was joking, there was a question lurking in his eyes.
Nodding, he let out a huff of laughter. "You've seen me have a bit of booze since then. I took care of myself just fine." Grinning, he nodded slowly. "But you're right. It does wonders, and can definitely take the edge off." He found his eyes drifting to the pot of mulled alcohol that was always available in the kitchen of the Palace.
Smiling at her comment about Korbin, the healer couldn't help but laugh when she mentioned he wasn't so bad. "From your mouth to the gods' ears." Shaking his head a bit, his expression grew understanding and sympathetic as she continued speaking.
Looking down, he picked at a bit of stray thread on his pants. "You never struck me as someone who avoided something just because you were afraid. Quite the opposite." His lips twitched in wry amusement. "And I mean that as a compliment."
Shrugging, he just nibbled around the edges of his scone. "Me too, but not that sorry." Sighing, he scratched the back of his head sheepishly. "If I'm being honest, I don't think it was ever going to work out long term. We have lives in completely different places." Glancing aside, he bit his lip.
However, his eyes snapped back to her at her next comment. Raising his eyebrows, he smiled slowly and maybe a bit self-satisfied at her. "Is that so?" Letting out a huff of laughter, he gave her a searching look. "Worried he might steal me away?" Although his tone was joking, there was a question lurking in his eyes.
Nodding, he let out a huff of laughter. "You've seen me have a bit of booze since then. I took care of myself just fine." Grinning, he nodded slowly. "But you're right. It does wonders, and can definitely take the edge off." He found his eyes drifting to the pot of mulled alcohol that was always available in the kitchen of the Palace.
Smiling at her comment about Korbin, the healer couldn't help but laugh when she mentioned he wasn't so bad. "From your mouth to the gods' ears." Shaking his head a bit, his expression grew understanding and sympathetic as she continued speaking.
Looking down, he picked at a bit of stray thread on his pants. "You never struck me as someone who avoided something just because you were afraid. Quite the opposite." His lips twitched in wry amusement. "And I mean that as a compliment."
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