playing house

Abasi

Grace is just weakness

"Yes?" Abasi responded, a little confused. Had Loren forgotten him already? Or perhaps he had been so ill with the Blight that his host had not expected him to return alive.

It seemed despite his recovery and that of everyone around them, Loren was in poor spirits. Abasi watched him sip his tea and sighed, hands in his pockets. He had never been good at this: comforting people or finding something to say when awkwardness spread out over a room. In his old life he had either had people he gave commands to or those he shared spiritual opinions with and when those things were through, they did not stick around for small talk.

But he probably owed it to Loren to try, after he had stayed in the manor so long. Looking around for a chair and dragging one over, he sat opposite and loosely clasped his hands together. "A man with a house as large as this and such power should not look so miserable. Many would kill for what you have."

Or so I've been told