LOREN
At Rexanna’s words Loren blushed a furious crimson. Now that she laid it out in such clear terms, he remembered how they’d stumbled upon this conversation to begin with. That, combined with his experience of the bite from earlier, left him completely and totally speechless. ”O-oh. R-right. Sorry.” He definitely wasn’t going to ask any further questions, and he was resolved to stay far away from Lily’s room.So it turned out his suspicions were correct, and no one really had conclusively tied the blight back to The Voice. Loren sighed, and glanced over at Rexanna. ”Not denying something hardly makes someone responsible for it. And I can imagine The Voice might not want to answer to those who must seem so small in comparison. That’s especially true if all we’re bringing are accusations, given how long she was imprisoned.” The summoner wouldn’t respond well to such questions if he was in The Voice’s position.
”Don’t worry. There will be plenty of people there to make sure the blighted don’t make any trouble for you.” Loren included: anyone who attempted to interfere with Bastien’s and Rexanna’s marriage would get a face full of monster. However, the summoner didn’t want the blue-eyed woman worrying about that. ”I’m glad to hear all the planning is going well then.” Granted, the Launceleyn had helped with said planning—so he had some idea what was going on—but he had always assumed people would be way more stressed about a wedding. Maybe Rexanna was just a much less neurotic person than Loren. Granted, that was a low bar.
The offer to talk startled a smile out of him, though it faded quickly. ”Thanks. I appreciate that.” He probably wouldn’t take her up on it (what with still not feeling like he really belonged in the Hollowed Grounds) but even knowing she was open to it was nice to hear. For now, at least, Rexanna was willing to spend time with him, it seemed. He’d probably find some way to ruin it, but for now he’d just accept it for what it was.
A beggar's book
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