Love mends even the broken parts
The summoner wasn’t so sure as the other man that no harm had been done; while the physical damage had all been repaired, he could still taste the terror on his lips. However, when the alchemist asked how the Launceleyn was, he shook his whole body, then took a deep breath. Letting it out, he found the tension ease somewhat. ”I’m fine.” He wasn’t going to say he was good when he wasn’t, in so many ways, but even he, pessimistic as he was these days, would be willing to admit that no lasting damage had probably been done here. And in the grand scheme of emotional trauma he’d been through, this hardly made a dent. Eyes drifting towards Remi, and then the door, Loren wondered if they were still going to go inside now.
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