The white sheep of the family
As the vines and the bear grabbed at him, Loren had to force himself to throttle down his initial, violent response. Only the knowledge that fighting would make everything worse, likely get him killed, and potentially lead to war prevented him from doing something rash. Instead, he went completely still in his captors arms. Astra, however freaked out and he could only hope Remi could take care of the luxere. Without moving a muscle other than the Launceleyn’s mouth, he spoke. ”Take care of Astra. And please tell Beatrix and Jace I’m sorry I have to go away again.” The summoner was probably risking it all by speaking, but he had to say something to the alchemist before Loren swallowed the sudden lump of fear and regret in his throat and allowed himself to be led away without further struggle.
Will blood tell
