They say blood makes you related but
loyalty makes you family
That was...not at all how Loren had been expecting Glas to react. Sure, the healer had noted the signs of nervousness in the craftsman—the stutter, the downcast eyes, the hand wringing—but the Launceleyn had chalked it up to the typical weirdness every Halovian seemed to have around outsiders. This, however, seemed to be something more than that.
His eyes flicked to the scar on the other man's cheek before Loren met Glas' gaze squarely. "What do you mean you can't?" The healer's voice was low and gentle and kind. However, his eyes were sharp.
Lowering the bag, he smiled. "Here, why don't you come in and have a bit of tea. I've got some time to spare, and I'd love to get to know another permanent resident of Halo." Stepping aside, he gestured for the craftsman to enter the infirmary.
His eyes flicked to the scar on the other man's cheek before Loren met Glas' gaze squarely. "What do you mean you can't?" The healer's voice was low and gentle and kind. However, his eyes were sharp.
Lowering the bag, he smiled. "Here, why don't you come in and have a bit of tea. I've got some time to spare, and I'd love to get to know another permanent resident of Halo." Stepping aside, he gestured for the craftsman to enter the infirmary.
LOREN
