whatever comes, let it come
what stays, let it stay
Ignoring the pained response—he'd been hoping to hurt her as she'd hurt him—Loren just stared at Amalia. However, his own carefully maintained exterior crumpled as she admitted to her own grief. "I know." Not who, even, but he knew these depths of despair.If only he knew the way out of them.
Closing his eyes briefly, he took a deep and steadying breath. When he opened them, they glittered with unshed tears. "He had a lot of questions about this world." Looking away from her, he placed his hand on Astra's fur, drawing comfort from his companion that she was more than happy to lend them. "Thank you for...answering them. I know...he wasn't the easiest to get along with." His voice came out half-choked and guilt flashed through their bond as he admitted that.
what goes, let go
LOREN
