Love mends even the broken parts
Loren cut off his singing as soon as the other man spoke up. Turning, the summoner just regarded the stranger for a moment; the other man looked even worse than the Launceleyn did, which was saying a lot. Although he couldn’t care less what the stranger was wearing, he did care about the stranger’s shortness of breath and thin frame. Shrugging off the backpack, he rummaged in it for an apple. Stepping forward, he smiled at the stranger. ”Sorry my song offended you. Though I hope you don’t mind me asking if you’re doing alright.” Loren simply held onto the fruit for now, though he itched to toss it over and then heal the stranger for good measure. If it required humoring the other man to make sure he was healthy, so be it. ”What trick was that?” Presumably something dirty.
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