Don't put your happiness in other people's hands
When the ice fell away, Korbin realized his mistake. Coming to a halt only a pace away from Loren, with the dagger raised high, his gaze darted from the man to the base of whatever structure the man had been making... assessing, judging, and quickly relaxed.
He sheathed his dagger, and took a step back, relinquishing whatever space he might have invaded. "My bad, I didn't recognize you," he said, apology and explanation wrapped up into one. While his heart still raced, he wasn't nearly as suspicious of the Grand Healer as Loren probably thought. Personal distrust aside, Korbin had no reason to believe the man would do anything to hurt the Citadel. Not after he'd fought to save it, at great personal risk.
Turning his attention more fully on what Loren had been making, Korbin brushed the hat off his hair to drag red-flushed fingers through it. Frost lined the eyelashes and the fringes of his hair that poked out of the cap, and his clothes too were cloaked in frost; he had been outside for a long time, and the signs of frostbite were not hard to spot.
"What were you doing?" he asked, curious despite himself; his lips cracked when he spoke, and Korbin winced, wiping blood off with the back of his hand before shoving the hat back on.
He sheathed his dagger, and took a step back, relinquishing whatever space he might have invaded. "My bad, I didn't recognize you," he said, apology and explanation wrapped up into one. While his heart still raced, he wasn't nearly as suspicious of the Grand Healer as Loren probably thought. Personal distrust aside, Korbin had no reason to believe the man would do anything to hurt the Citadel. Not after he'd fought to save it, at great personal risk.
Turning his attention more fully on what Loren had been making, Korbin brushed the hat off his hair to drag red-flushed fingers through it. Frost lined the eyelashes and the fringes of his hair that poked out of the cap, and his clothes too were cloaked in frost; he had been outside for a long time, and the signs of frostbite were not hard to spot.
"What were you doing?" he asked, curious despite himself; his lips cracked when he spoke, and Korbin winced, wiping blood off with the back of his hand before shoving the hat back on.
They'll drop it
KORBIN
