[Training] Acceptable Targets (Open)

Well, seeing as Loren had, for a long time—most of his life, really—been the weakest member of the Launceleyns, he recognized the signs of disappointment and shame. Unfortunately, given that he’d usually been on the losing end of one of these training sessions, he wasn’t quite as good at providing comfort. Still, as Peter stiffened up and stammered, the summoner kept smiling. Once upon a time, that had been Loren, and he’d come a long way from there. So there was hope for Peter yet. ”That’s all I can ask. I have no doubt that you will, and if you ever want to practice or spar again, let me know. Or if you need me for anything at all, really.” Walking over to pick up his staff, he planted it firmly in the ground, glancing at the sky to see if he could get some sense of the time. ”You hungry?” Given that the summoner was still recovering from malnourishment, he was basically always hungry, and after the sparring session he knew they both should eat something. However, he’d understand if Peter wanted to get on with his life. They could always get to know each other another time. LOREN Brought back by satisfaction more times than the cat