Love mends even the broken parts
Where the latest batch of uncertainty from Remi stemmed from, Loren didn’t know, and didn’t particularly care. If the other man still had things on his mind, the summoner absolutely wanted to hear them. ”I do.” Regardless of how the Launceleyn was recovering (or not, as the case might be), now that the alchemist had raised the issue, Loren wasn’t going to be able to rest easy until he’d heard it all. Moving forward, he opened the door for both of them and for Astra, then made his way into the kitchen. It was warm, and as comforting as anything was to the summoner these days. There was a small screen in one corner, hiding the cot that he slept on. Making his way around one of the counters, he sagged against a wall. After all the spellcasting and the terror from earlier, he was more tired than usual.
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