The white sheep of the family
At Remi’s discomfort, Loren sighed, and ran a hand through his hair. Though he didn’t know it, he was projecting his guilt and his apology both to the other man. ”I’m sorry. I can stop talking about this if you’d prefer.” The Launceleyn gave the alchemist an apologetic smile.
Biting his lip, the summoner nodded. "Just simple illusion magic, yes. And thank you. Then the wagon?" Although the Launceleyn was still troubled—both by the other man's reaction and by the tasks—Loren resolved not to ask Remi anything more. All the summoner did was awkwardly hold the amulet out for the alchemist, while the Launceleyn desperately tried to keep his face neutral of his own embarrassment and sorrow about making the other man feel this bad.
Biting his lip, the summoner nodded. "Just simple illusion magic, yes. And thank you. Then the wagon?" Although the Launceleyn was still troubled—both by the other man's reaction and by the tasks—Loren resolved not to ask Remi anything more. All the summoner did was awkwardly hold the amulet out for the alchemist, while the Launceleyn desperately tried to keep his face neutral of his own embarrassment and sorrow about making the other man feel this bad.
Will blood tell
