loren
As Jigano disrobed slightly and expressed his concern, Loren’s eyes tightened. Turning back to the infirmary, he made another note in his journal. ”You don't need to worry. I'm coping" The words came out flatly, without much inflection behind them.
Taking a few steps further into the room, the healer inspected a shelf that had been damaged. Writing in his journal again, he shook his head at the bard's offer. "I don't need help. Thank you for the offer though." Again, while it was slightly curt, though polite enough, it was mostly emotionless, just like the expression on his face. "Is that all?" The question came out as blankly as everything else about him.
Taking a few steps further into the room, the healer inspected a shelf that had been damaged. Writing in his journal again, he shook his head at the bard's offer. "I don't need help. Thank you for the offer though." Again, while it was slightly curt, though polite enough, it was mostly emotionless, just like the expression on his face. "Is that all?" The question came out as blankly as everything else about him.
Never judge a book by its cover.
