Love mends even the broken parts
As soon as Loren had arrived back in the Citadel, he'd set off to find Morgan. However, the Warden proved elusive, out on her rounds. Eventually, the guards pointed him in the direction of the ongoing repair efforts.
Staggering over there, he finally spotted her in the distance. He himself knew he looked a mess: gaunt and pale, streaked with soot and blood, smelling of smoke, fire, and lava, and scars dotting his arms and the right side of his body that his healing hadn't erased yet. Still, his expression was determined as he forged his way through the snow to her.
"Morgan. Got an urgent report for you." His voice was pained, slightly, but his tone was firm. Although he didn't know where he stood with her--didn't even know if he was still the Grand Healer--he knew she'd want to know and he needed to tell her. Eying the crowd that stared and gawked at him, he frowned. "In private, preferably." Astra, trotting along behind him, her fur singed and soot-coated as well, bleated in agreement.
Staggering over there, he finally spotted her in the distance. He himself knew he looked a mess: gaunt and pale, streaked with soot and blood, smelling of smoke, fire, and lava, and scars dotting his arms and the right side of his body that his healing hadn't erased yet. Still, his expression was determined as he forged his way through the snow to her.
"Morgan. Got an urgent report for you." His voice was pained, slightly, but his tone was firm. Although he didn't know where he stood with her--didn't even know if he was still the Grand Healer--he knew she'd want to know and he needed to tell her. Eying the crowd that stared and gawked at him, he frowned. "In private, preferably." Astra, trotting along behind him, her fur singed and soot-coated as well, bleated in agreement.
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