there's light at the edge of the darkness
Oliver could do as he pleased, as far as Loren was concerned. He didn’t really have time to babysit newcomers these days, sad as that might be. Indeed, if he didn’t go out to sing to the luxere himself, double check everything at the Temple and check the Guild for ideas he might’ve missed, and ensure everyone at the Manor had a place to stay during LongNight, lives might be lost. It was a heavy burden, and despite Wessex’s presence and all the help he’d received, most of it fell squarely on his shoulders.
Nodding at the other man’s comment about singing, the Launceleyn’s eyes flicked to Oliver when he talked about new clothes. ”What’s wrong with what you’re wearing? Seems fine to me.” Apart from special occasions, most people in the Hollowed Grounds had serviceable and comfortable attire, rather than anything fancy. Indeed, the other man seemed entirely appropriately dressed to Loren; then again, that Fae seamstress Jiao had seemed to disapprove of the summoner’s wardrobe, so maybe he wasn’t the best person to be commenting on this.
At Oliver’s confession that he didn’t remember anything, the Launceleyn frowned. ”You don’t remember anything?” It seemed strange, for someone to have their memories completely wiped upon arrival. Indeed, no one else Loren had heard of had experienced that. Sure, some had lost memories after they’d arrived, or hadn't remembered everything from their past life, but this was something else entirely. Maybe if they survived LongNight, maybe they could look into that mystery more, but for now it was disheartening and they didn’t have time to help the other man find out what he was good at. After all, Oliver already had a lot to learn. ”You’re welcome.” The book would help with some of that, at least.
Nodding at the other man’s comment about singing, the Launceleyn’s eyes flicked to Oliver when he talked about new clothes. ”What’s wrong with what you’re wearing? Seems fine to me.” Apart from special occasions, most people in the Hollowed Grounds had serviceable and comfortable attire, rather than anything fancy. Indeed, the other man seemed entirely appropriately dressed to Loren; then again, that Fae seamstress Jiao had seemed to disapprove of the summoner’s wardrobe, so maybe he wasn’t the best person to be commenting on this.
At Oliver’s confession that he didn’t remember anything, the Launceleyn frowned. ”You don’t remember anything?” It seemed strange, for someone to have their memories completely wiped upon arrival. Indeed, no one else Loren had heard of had experienced that. Sure, some had lost memories after they’d arrived, or hadn't remembered everything from their past life, but this was something else entirely. Maybe if they survived LongNight, maybe they could look into that mystery more, but for now it was disheartening and they didn’t have time to help the other man find out what he was good at. After all, Oliver already had a lot to learn. ”You’re welcome.” The book would help with some of that, at least.
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