LOREN
Loren listened to Phoebe’s continued lesson about cells, his brow furrowed. This was complicated stuff, and far beyond anything he’d ever encountered before: his background was in magic and folklore, whereas this was biology and pure science. He could see what she was saying about living versus dead cells. He could even see that they lacked the smaller things inside the cells. However, that didn’t mean it made any sense to him. ”But...hair grows, doesn’t it?” Maybe that was a silly thing to focus on, but he rubbed at the hint of stubble on his chin thoughtfully. There was no doubt that his statement was true, although the mechanics of it were beyond him. ”What are the smaller bits? Inside the cells, I mean.” They probably had a fancy name too.
As she flushed and smiled, he barely noticed, seeing as his attention was almost entirely on trying to parse through all the information she’d dumped on him. ”No, this is fascinating.” Even if he didn’t quite get all of it—and even if he wasn’t quite sure why it mattered—the summoner still enjoyed learning. And it helped that the healer was obviously both a good teacher and enthusiastic about her work.
As she flushed and smiled, he barely noticed, seeing as his attention was almost entirely on trying to parse through all the information she’d dumped on him. ”No, this is fascinating.” Even if he didn’t quite get all of it—and even if he wasn’t quite sure why it mattered—the summoner still enjoyed learning. And it helped that the healer was obviously both a good teacher and enthusiastic about her work.
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
