there's light at the edge of the darkness
At Amalia’s words, Loren just shrugged. This was hardly the most unpleasant experience he’d ever had in his life. Far from it, in fact. ”I'm used to it. My immediate family were mostly illusionists. I didn’t have any illusion magic, so they used to assault all of my senses.” Indeed, he gained quite a tolerance for olfactory attacks as well as every other sense. And pain, of course. At her request to keep the healing, the Launceleyn nodded. However, he did have a question. ”You also have healing in your shield, right?” Although his memory wasn’t perfect—as evidenced by, well, pretty much everything in his life at the moment—he was pretty sure he remembered that much.
As the baker offered to feed him, the summoner bit his lip, then shook his head. ”Thanks, but I should probably get back to work.” He had already spent too much time here, most likely, since he had quite a bit to do before LongNight and didn’t want to screw up timelines more than they already were. ”Let me know if he doesn’t recover? Or if you need anything from me?” Presumably, she’d just avoid him like everyone else, but they knew where to find him if they changed their minds. He wasn’t sure if he wanted them to or not. Astra snuggled against his side, and he rubbed her head before nudging her forward to say a proper goodbye to Amalia.
As the baker offered to feed him, the summoner bit his lip, then shook his head. ”Thanks, but I should probably get back to work.” He had already spent too much time here, most likely, since he had quite a bit to do before LongNight and didn’t want to screw up timelines more than they already were. ”Let me know if he doesn’t recover? Or if you need anything from me?” Presumably, she’d just avoid him like everyone else, but they knew where to find him if they changed their minds. He wasn’t sure if he wanted them to or not. Astra snuggled against his side, and he rubbed her head before nudging her forward to say a proper goodbye to Amalia.
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