whatever comes, let it come
what stays, let it stay
Giving Neron an unimpressed look, Loren took another swig from the bottle. "Don't act like you knew her better than me." The words came out with the stinging edge of a rebuke.Jaw feathering with tension and fingers shifting to claws, he sighed. Speaking in a far quieter and more reasonable voice, just for his brother's ears "You're right. I just...need a minute to collect myself, okay?" The healer shook his head sadly.
"Don't worry, I'm not going to spiral. But I'm not any good to anyone else right now." Closing his eyes, he rested his forehead on his knees. "I should've known better to hope for a season without loss." That came out in a whisper, barely audible more to himself than Neron.
what goes, let go
LOREN
