LOREN
Well, that was an unexpected answer, and quite a relief: Loren was used to people being both unwilling to provide information and to having to do pretty much everything on his own, so Rexanna’s offer was incredibly welcome. ”Thank you. I appreciate that.” His relief and appreciation were hopefully clear. The only god the Launceleyn had met was Frey, and the god of love wasn’t exactly easy to get answers from. Maybe having a second person there, one who The Voice actually liked, unlike the Abandoned, would improve his chances at finding out something about the goddess’ motives.He knew they were getting close to the Manor, but strangely enough, he found himself dragging his feet. Despite the earlier awkwardness with the bite, the evening had taken a surprisingly pleasant turn. Perhaps that was why, when Rexanna joked about what she might do if Bastien didn’t properly appreciate the ring, the summoner gave her a brief grin. ”Just say the word and I’ve got any number of nasty critters to send after him.” Obviously he was joking—he had met the blue-eyed woman’s soon to be husband and quite liked the other man—but Loren knew where his loyalties lay.
She was right about that. Of course, the issue with Loren was less not knowing when he needed someone, and more his tendency to stubbornly refuse to reach out when he knew he needed help; he wasn’t used to be able to rely on people, so he usually didn’t, even when they offered help. Still, Rexanna probably didn’t want to hear any of that. ”True. I’ll keep that in mind.” At her question about the window, he shook his head. ”I was planning to barricade all the windows for LongNight, so I figured I’d get to it then.” Hesitating, he gave her a tentative smile. ”Until then, well, you've got a way into the Manor at all hours if you need one, and don’t want to use the front door for some reason.” It was his awkward way of saying she was always welcome in his home.
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