LOREN
Loren looked on curiously as Remi fixed the holes in the summoner’s pants. He didn’t know which of the alchemist’s many magics he was employing, though the Launceleyn supposed it didn’t really matter. However, at the distressed sounds and motions the other man made as he fussed over the now-healed wound, Loren’s chest grew tight. When the alchemist’s hand flopped to the ground, the summoner placed his own over it, giving it a gentle squeeze. ”Don’t you dare feel bad. It wasn’t your fault, and no harm done.” After all, the Launceleyn hadn't needed to push through the healing; he could’ve stopped as soon as he realized the other man was losing control of his shifts and the summoner might be in danger. At least it had been that and not Remi’s magic.
Besides, it had been an incredibly small price to pay to bring back Remi’s eyes.
Besides, it had been an incredibly small price to pay to bring back Remi’s eyes.
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
