The white sheep of the family
At Samuel’s question, Loren immediately shook his head. ”They do. It’s short on books about plants, though, given the environment.” He sounded slightly defensive, but mostly just matter of fact.
The redhead’s offer was legitimately surprising, and the summoner found himself drumming his fingers on his current volume as he considered it. ”Know anything about cold-weather herbs, preferably medicinal, or greenhouses?” The words came out a little more bluntly than he’d intended.
Pausing, the Launceleyn actually lifted his gaze from the table and the tome. He even looked at the other man for more than a moment. Indeed, Loren’s eyes swept over Samuel, taking in everything.
The healer still didn't respond right away, not until he'd forced himself to take a calming breath. ”Rotten week turning into a rotten month?” Though his voice was far from interested, there was an almost imperceptible softening in his tone and around his eyes.
The redhead’s offer was legitimately surprising, and the summoner found himself drumming his fingers on his current volume as he considered it. ”Know anything about cold-weather herbs, preferably medicinal, or greenhouses?” The words came out a little more bluntly than he’d intended.
Pausing, the Launceleyn actually lifted his gaze from the table and the tome. He even looked at the other man for more than a moment. Indeed, Loren’s eyes swept over Samuel, taking in everything.
The healer still didn't respond right away, not until he'd forced himself to take a calming breath. ”Rotten week turning into a rotten month?” Though his voice was far from interested, there was an almost imperceptible softening in his tone and around his eyes.
Will blood tell
