LOREN
Loren didn’t know who Melita was, though now that the blight had left her (at least somewhat) he had some vague recollection of seeing her at the meeting regarding LongNight preparations. As the red-headed woman leapt down from the tree, the summoner stepped back, not wanting her to land on him. Though he was worried from the way she jumped down that she might hurt herself, when she landed he didn't see any obvious injuries. Still, he'd ask her about it once she seemed more aware of her surroundings.For now, he just made sure to keep the soothing tone in his voice. ”Hi Melita. I’m Loren.” He dismissed the siren; though he’d feel safer with it by his side, he could always call upon it again in a few seconds and he was worried about using up too much of his magic in the presence of someone with the blight. ”I don’t know how much time we have, so can you tell me if you need anything, or if you need me to pass a message along to anyone?” If the woman had loved ones back in the Hollowed Grounds, presumably they’d be worried about her. And if she needed help with anything, he’d do his best to provide it.
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