LOREN
Shrugging, Loren took a spoonful of his own soup before moving on to work on the next remedy. "Why not both?" His hands moved deftly as they ground an herb in the mortar and pestle, before he added a splash of water with his magic, turning it into a proper paste that he scraped into a nearby vial.
However, he paused in his motions, though he was not foolish enough to leave ingredients where she could reach them. For a long moment, he was quiet. Then he sighed. "You know, many very wise people told me that the only time what I wanted didn't matter was when I decided it didn't." He tilted his head at her. "I think getting married out of spite is something you'll come to regret. And I think you're too deep in your grief to be making any good decisions, let alone about something as momentous as this."
However, he paused in his motions, though he was not foolish enough to leave ingredients where she could reach them. For a long moment, he was quiet. Then he sighed. "You know, many very wise people told me that the only time what I wanted didn't matter was when I decided it didn't." He tilted his head at her. "I think getting married out of spite is something you'll come to regret. And I think you're too deep in your grief to be making any good decisions, let alone about something as momentous as this."
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
