there's light at the edge of the darkness
Seeing as Amalia seemed to have everything under control—and seeing as Loren’s nose plugs were an imperfect guard against the stank—he retreated a few stumbling steps away from the Prince. Even the short distance made the odor more bearable, though revulsion still roiled in the summoner’s gut. Although he was still fully committed to trying to help the creature, the Launceleyn’s patience and tolerance were already running out. However, he wouldn’t leave the baker alone. And truth be told, he was curious to know if the Prince would actually take the amulet, and whether its magic (his magic) would do anything. There was so much they didn’t know, and Loren was reminded once again of how little power and control he had over anything in his life and in this world that still felt strange and new to him.
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