there's light at the edge of the darkness
As Amalia kept trying to name the Prince, Loren had to work hard not to roll his eyes. Then he remembered that he was blindfolded, no one could see them, and no one was paying attention to him, and he let them rotate in their sockets. While he could understand and almost appreciate her efforts, it seemed there was too big a gap in communication for either of them to really reach the Prince. Then, from the disappointed tone in the baker’s voice and the words she spoke, the Launceleyn gathered that their efforts to heal had been stymied. At this point, he figured it would be best for them to regroup and come back another day, which it seemed Amalia was suggesting as well. Now that the summoner knew about the Prince’s smells and sounds and dislike of being seen or touched, Loren could prepare for their next meeting accordingly. If there would even be a next meeting.
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