whatever comes, let it come
what stays, let it stay
Loren's grip was firm and polite, and he released Jack easily enough. "Nice to meet you Jack." Though the healer's tone might've been the slightest bit suggestive, he wasn't going to press the issue.At the other man's quip, the Launceleyn smirked and took a long pull from his flask, finishing it. Jack's suggestion to try the market earned him a shrug; Loren had looked and hadn't trusted himself to tell the difference between miracle cures and phony products. "I'll take a closer look." Nodding in thanks, he let Jack moved around the healer. Astra let out a bleat, but started trotting up the mountain again, and the Launceleyn followed at her heels.
what goes, let go
LOREN
