whatever comes, let it come
what stays, let it stay
Loren gritting his teeth at Maea’s response. Then the summoner forced himself to take a deep and steadying breath. ”Escape now, argue later.” He moved so that he could get past her.However, before he could push ahead, they had to deal with the squirrel. And her sudden bout of pique. "Yeah. Bring people back from the dead, or prevent them from dying in the first place, apparently." There was a deep-seated fury underlaying the words, and beneath that, an even more deeply held self-hatred.
He squeezed his eyes shut. "And here I was just about to compliment you on your aim, considering that you're the one who actually hit the damn squirrel. But it's not my fault you feel bad about yourself. And we don't have time for this."
Opening his eyes, he stalked past her wordlessly. Then he began to lead them down the path he'd identified earlier, hoping it hadn't changed already. As he walked, he stayed alert for further attacks from either plants or animals. Apparently taking out a squirrel had momentarily deterred them.
But his luck never held for long.
what goes, let go
LOREN
