LOREN
At the mention of Ronin’s nap, Loren barked out a startled laugh. However, he immediately clamped his mouth shut. ”Sorry.” His voice came out softly, an almost broken whisper. As Remi knelt down, wings spreading from his back to encircle them, the summoner eyed the alchemist warily; however, the Launceleyn remained where he was, curled up into himself.It was too late to mend fences with the king after all, despite what the alchemist had said earlier. At least, there’d be no way to make up for how terribly Loren had acted during their reunion until Ronin was well again. But there were so many others to make amends with, including the man balanced precariously in front of the summoner. ”So...what is there to be done?” He swallowed, barely able to speak past the lump in his throat.
A beggar's book
outworths
a noble's blood
