LOREN
Yeah, Loren didn’t have the capacity to deal with Remi’s hurt feelings right now. If anyone was in need of comfort and support, though, it was the summoner, not the alchemist. After all, Ronin was back, and Remi had Aoife, a family, friends, a whole support system and community looking after his health and well-being.
Loren, on the other hand, was alone, and it showed.
Ignoring the shocked look Remi gave the Launceleyn—the orders came from Wessex, so if the alchemist had a problem, he could take it up with the queen, or the king (yup the summoner was petty)—Loren waited until Remi left before the Launceleyn relaxed, almost imperceptibly. Thankfully, both Oliver and Sunjata went off to their tasks without complaint. "Thanks everyone. Let me know if you need help with anything." Then Loren went off to his own task.
Remi’s tunnel would obviously hold up, given how powerful the alchemist was and how carefully he’d constructed it. If he chose to continue following the summoner’s instructions and go to the Medical College, the alchemist would stumble upon Phoebe already there, hard at work trying to get the school ready for LongNight. Inside the Temple proper, Oliver would find that he had no trouble stuffing the moss into the windows, and while Sunjata’s construction job was a bit makeshift, it managed to hold up surprisingly well.
Loren, on the other hand, was not so lucky. Seeing the others scatter to their tasks, he’d picked up an armful of medical supplies to bring them over to the infirmary. When he arrived, he reached up to put them on the top shelf; however, given how physically weak he was, he managed to drop them on his own head. It hurt like a bitch, and he sighed before sending a pulse of healing magic there, then summoned a golem to stack the supplies for him.
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Loren, on the other hand, was alone, and it showed.
Ignoring the shocked look Remi gave the Launceleyn—the orders came from Wessex, so if the alchemist had a problem, he could take it up with the queen, or the king (yup the summoner was petty)—Loren waited until Remi left before the Launceleyn relaxed, almost imperceptibly. Thankfully, both Oliver and Sunjata went off to their tasks without complaint. "Thanks everyone. Let me know if you need help with anything." Then Loren went off to his own task.
Remi’s tunnel would obviously hold up, given how powerful the alchemist was and how carefully he’d constructed it. If he chose to continue following the summoner’s instructions and go to the Medical College, the alchemist would stumble upon Phoebe already there, hard at work trying to get the school ready for LongNight. Inside the Temple proper, Oliver would find that he had no trouble stuffing the moss into the windows, and while Sunjata’s construction job was a bit makeshift, it managed to hold up surprisingly well.
Loren, on the other hand, was not so lucky. Seeing the others scatter to their tasks, he’d picked up an armful of medical supplies to bring them over to the infirmary. When he arrived, he reached up to put them on the top shelf; however, given how physically weak he was, he managed to drop them on his own head. It hurt like a bitch, and he sighed before sending a pulse of healing magic there, then summoned a golem to stack the supplies for him.
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But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
