The Midwife's Wards

All was going well. Pim grew bored; the boys were engrossed in their books; Phoebe was bustling about the kitchen. The whole time, Loren remained in his corner, watchful. Just because everyone else was able to relax and let their guard down didn’t mean he could afford to. Besides he knew if he tried to make himself at home—because that’s what this was, a home—it would just be painful and awkward for everyone. However, he hadn’t reckoned with one of the children coming over to talk to him. It was the youngest and chubbiest of them, but no one had actually bothered to tell the summoner any of their names. Not had he asked. The Launceleyn’s eyes flicked to the healer and the dragonling in turn, before returning to the curious child. ”Yes.” Loren’s voice came out in a quiet and conspiratorial whisper, matching the boy’s volume. LOREN Not quite an open book