give me a life time of promises (open)

As Maea scratched Astra, she gave a contented bleat, before rubbing her head affectionately against the woman’s leg. The luxere was careful to keep her softly glowing antlers out of the way. Loren watched it, a little bit of a crinkle around his eyes, though they remained dull. ”Probably not. I'm not Safrin's favorite person, or any of the gods really." There wasn't any regret in his voice, just a resigned weariness. However he didn't move to start ascending the stairs either. He felt his mood lightening a little bit as she teased him about their inability to have a normal cup of tea, though it was only revealed in the slightly less stiff way he held himself. "Probably not the worst idea in the world. I'll bring the pot, and we can both supply the hot water." It was his twisted version of a joke, and not particularly funny. LOREN Not quite an open book