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As Jigano listed the reasons that Loren had given the bard to distrust the healer lately, he nodded. However, he felt a burst of frigid anger course through his mind and their link at the mention of Remi. Astra let out a distressed bleat and lifted her head from where she'd been playing with Isuma.
The Launceleyn, however, had already pressed his lips together and looked away from the bard. "Fine. I'm destined to succumb to Zariah's masterful mind games like I succumbed to my grief." The sarcasm in his voice was scathing, but underneath that was pain and hurt that his friend had so little faith in him.
Shrugging, Loren reached out to grind the herbs by hand, needing the work through his exasperation. "Nothing, really. We haven't even met. I just assumed I would've heard if he had some special insight into the LongNight monsters and souls, given how many conversations I've had about them." Still not meeting the white-haired man's eyes, the healer's jaw feathered with tension.
The Launceleyn, however, had already pressed his lips together and looked away from the bard. "Fine. I'm destined to succumb to Zariah's masterful mind games like I succumbed to my grief." The sarcasm in his voice was scathing, but underneath that was pain and hurt that his friend had so little faith in him.
Shrugging, Loren reached out to grind the herbs by hand, needing the work through his exasperation. "Nothing, really. We haven't even met. I just assumed I would've heard if he had some special insight into the LongNight monsters and souls, given how many conversations I've had about them." Still not meeting the white-haired man's eyes, the healer's jaw feathered with tension.
Never judge a book by its cover.
