Love mends even the broken parts
”It’s my specialty.” Loren felt himself grin back at Remi, for real, as the tension continued to ease out of the summoner. As the other man criticized his carving technique, the Launceleyn’s eyes narrowed, though this time there was a mischievous light in it. ”You got a better one?” It seemed like the alchemist had something in mind.
As Remi explained the items he created, Loren could see how upset he was becoming. Wiping his hand on rag and setting the knife aside—since his efforts were apparently unwanted—he rested a hand gently on the other man’s shoulder. ”That’s good. And I’m glad we’ll be able to stay in touch.” They should probably reserve it for emergencies, but the Launceleyn wasn’t going to enforce that, and figured if he could bring the alchemist some comfort, Loren should.
As Remi explained the items he created, Loren could see how upset he was becoming. Wiping his hand on rag and setting the knife aside—since his efforts were apparently unwanted—he rested a hand gently on the other man’s shoulder. ”That’s good. And I’m glad we’ll be able to stay in touch.” They should probably reserve it for emergencies, but the Launceleyn wasn’t going to enforce that, and figured if he could bring the alchemist some comfort, Loren should.
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