haven't we been here before

Raising his eyebrows, he set the pestle down. Leaning on his palms, he studied her for a long moment. "Maybe it's healing dust." It came out in a half-mutter. Frowning a bit, brow furrowed, he studied her. "I'm sorry, who are you?" He crossed his arms, and sent a mental command for Astra to retreat a bit, which she did. She came to stand by his side, and nudged him. Still the fact that his luxere companion hadn't been afraid of the mystery woman boded well for her intentions. When she said his name, though, his eyes narrowed suspiciously. "I didn't tell you my name. And almost no one here knows I used to work in a library." His tone came low and dangerous. LOREN Not quite an open book