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whatever comes, let it come

what stays, let it stay

Loren kept his eyes trained on the horn, making sure its magic was doing its job and avoiding Wessex's gaze. However, the queen hadn’t raised any concerns with his recent behavior. If she was content to continue ignoring a confrontation, or at least a conversation, that was fine by the summoner. Instead, he listened to her explanation of what it was like outside. Although it was on the tip of his tongue to ask why she left, he was already on thin ice so he swallowed back the question.

That didn’t stop him from asking another. ”Peter was out there?” The adopted Launceleyn hadn’t been at the Temple, but Loren had assumed Peter was safe at the Guild. To find out the other man had been out in the darkness and facing the monsters, though, caused the summoner’s anxiety to spike. However, it sounded as if Peter was fine and Loren forced himself to breathe evenly. By that time, the horn had done most of its work (he assumed, since he didn't know the extent of the queen's injuries and couldn't sense them through the horn), so the summoner lifted it. ”Can you feel any more damage?” He would’ve asked if she felt pain, but well, Ascended and all that.

what goes, let go

LOREN