LOREN
As Melita clutched her staff to her chest, hugging it as if it could protect her or provide some small comfort, Loren’s heart went out to the red-headed woman. He gave her a gentle and soothing smile; whatever troubles there were in his own life, he could do his best to radiate calm for her. Even at his darkest, he still did what he could for others. ”I’m glad to hear you’re feeling better.” Although she was scared, he could already see that she’d been making progress. For one, she wasn’t trying to hunt him down with a bow that materialized fire arrows.At her question, he nodded encouragingly and without hesitation. ”I’m sure.” Pausing, he searched her face for some indication of what exactly was bothering her. Then again, even the Launceleyn, as bad as he usually was with other people, could guess this one. He just didn’t know if he should say it or not.
Only one way to find out. ”You won’t hurt me. I promise.” After all, she’d come after him while fully in the thrall of the blight and he’d fended her off. With only the remnants of the disease in her, he was fully convinced he could do it again. ”Besides, it’s been too long since I got any training.” For a while, ever since his return, he’d been pretty much left to his own devices when it came to improving his martial and magical skills. It would be nice to have a partner for once, especially if Melita was as skilled with a staff as it seemed.
A beggar's book
outworths
a noble's blood
