LOREN
Loren had gotten so used to being alone in the Manor that when the door to the library opened his head shot up and he looked around, shock writ large on his features and magic dancing at the tip of his fingers. Astra couldn’t open doors and the luxere was basically the only one he spent time with, so he really had not been expecting to see anyway while he was at home. However, it didn’t take long for him to see that it was Abasi, though that didn’t necessarily mean the summoner could relax, given the blight. ”Abasi?” Mostly, the Launceleyn was confused: they hadn’t really seen each other much since the day Loren locked the other man away, though once the blight had receded the Launeleyn should’ve checked on Abasi and before then the summoner had tried to check in and at least make sure the other man was safe and fed. Still, Loren felt a twang of guilt for not doing a better job.
And that guilty feeling just intensified as Abasi went and thanked the Launceleyn. Setting the book aside, he picked up the mug and curled his fingers around it while shaking his head. ”No need to thank me. It was the least I could do. And I’m glad to see you’re looking and feeling better.” Loren, on the other hand, looked much worse these days than he had at the beginning of the season. Still, he hadn’t gone through the blight, so he couldn’t exactly compare to those who had.
And that guilty feeling just intensified as Abasi went and thanked the Launceleyn. Setting the book aside, he picked up the mug and curled his fingers around it while shaking his head. ”No need to thank me. It was the least I could do. And I’m glad to see you’re looking and feeling better.” Loren, on the other hand, looked much worse these days than he had at the beginning of the season. Still, he hadn’t gone through the blight, so he couldn’t exactly compare to those who had.
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
