there's light at the edge of the darkness
As Amalia took the cloth, Loren nodded carefully. ”You’re welcome.” Although he relaxed slightly as the baker let a trickle of her sympathy through, he didn’t lower his own mental barriers, except to send a pulse of understanding and appreciation back towards her.
Then he walled himself off completely.
Shaking his head, he resumed the weaving with his magic and his hands. "I'm sure I would have, but no, you haven't told me much. You mostly spoke of your grandmother." Glancing at Amalia for a moment, his eyes studied her features. "What was your mother like?" The question came out softly, without much inflection or emotion behind it. However, it was clear he was listening.
Then he walled himself off completely.
Shaking his head, he resumed the weaving with his magic and his hands. "I'm sure I would have, but no, you haven't told me much. You mostly spoke of your grandmother." Glancing at Amalia for a moment, his eyes studied her features. "What was your mother like?" The question came out softly, without much inflection or emotion behind it. However, it was clear he was listening.
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