The Midwife's Wards

Well. This was awkward. It wasn’t as if Loren hadn’t been around small children: he took care of Beatrix and Jace, and he’d helped raise his sister Astra (and Neron, though the summoner’s elder twin would never admit that). But Loren wasn’t quite sure how to interact with the sons of a woman he’d helped to arrest, who also happened to be nephews of a woman who hated the summoner. Tricky was an understatement. It got even stranger when another one of the blonde-haired boys got involved. This was the non distinct one, but at least the Launceleyn now knew the chubby one was Jax. ”You should listen to your brother, Jax. But if you must know I said some very bad things.” That seemed like a safe thing to admit, because Loren knew he had. Would own up to it, even. Hopefully Jax wouldn’t ask what, though the summoner knew he wouldn't get that lucky. His voice still came out in that same barely audible whisper. LOREN Not quite an open book