The white sheep of the family
At Harper’s comment, Loren shrugged. ”You’re welcome to help yourself to the pantry. Fewer and fewer people are staying here, but I always keep it fully stocked.” There wasn't any sorrow or anger in his voice, just a dull and exhausted acceptance of facts.
When the other man mentioned he'd been injured, the summoner's eyes narrowed, and he gave Harper a once over. Still, there wasn't really concern or animation behind the look, just a clinical interest. "If you're still injured I can heal you." There wasn't much warmth behind the offer, but it was genuine.
Finally Harper revealed why he'd come here, and the Launceleyn nodded immediately, if a bit distractedly. "You're welcome to stay here indefinitely, or as long as you need to in order to get on your face. As I say to all my houseguests, you'd be doing me a favor." Despite the stilted tone of his voice and lack of any joy, he turned and began to make his way towards the stairs. "The bedrooms are this way."
When the other man mentioned he'd been injured, the summoner's eyes narrowed, and he gave Harper a once over. Still, there wasn't really concern or animation behind the look, just a clinical interest. "If you're still injured I can heal you." There wasn't much warmth behind the offer, but it was genuine.
Finally Harper revealed why he'd come here, and the Launceleyn nodded immediately, if a bit distractedly. "You're welcome to stay here indefinitely, or as long as you need to in order to get on your face. As I say to all my houseguests, you'd be doing me a favor." Despite the stilted tone of his voice and lack of any joy, he turned and began to make his way towards the stairs. "The bedrooms are this way."
Will blood tell
