Loren hadn't slept, not really. Although he'd closed his eyes, images from the day keep playing over and over again behind his eyes. Even Astra, who had crawled into bed beside him, hadn't been able to soothe him. Eventually, he'd just thrown off the blankets, and staggered into the washroom. Scrubbing off the dirt, grime, soot, and blood as best he could, he threw on whatever clothes he could find. Then he'd marched toward the Palace, an empty pack on his back. Expression blank, he ignored his companion's concerned bleats. However, when he spotted Korbin taking a break, and, beyond him, some workers digging through the debris, Loren headed towards them without a word. He began shifting rubble as best he could, while Astra watched him with concerned eyes. LOREN Not quite an open book |
tear me to pieces, skin to bone
Loren! |
the Firebrand
Headmaster / Grand Healer ✓
Age: 30 | Height: 5' 11' | Race: Attuned x Abandoned | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Halo Level: 11 - Strg: 32 - Dext: 33 - Endr: 35 - Luck: 39 - Int: ASTRA - Mythical - Luxere
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