whatever comes, let it come
what stays, let it stay
After the incident in Whitebrim, Loren hadn't seen much of Morgan. In fact, the healer hadn't seen much of the administration of Halo: Neron was a ghost, Zariah was keeping her own council as always and Peter...was gone. Normally, Loren would've left the Captain alone, but he had an idea he wanted to run by her.So he made his way through the hallways, then into the tower that housed the guards. It didn't take long for him to find Morgan, though he slowed to a stop as he saw her kneeling before what was clearly a memorial, presumably to the man in the portrait. Hesitating, the Launceleyn shifted his weight from side to side awkwardly before he side.
Approaching the woman, he cleared his throat. "Captain." Clasping his hands behind his back, he nodded at the portrait. "Who was he?"
what goes, let go
LOREN
