LOREN
Of course Phoebe caught Loren’s discomfort: he was not exactly in the most stable of places these days, and his emotions were all over the place and more than a bit volatile. It wasn’t surprising that someone as empathetic as the healer would pick up on the tension. Still, he wasn’t willing to answer, at least not right away, so he simply shook his head. As she reminded him of his cobbler, he turned, grateful not to have to meet her gaze.
Instead of eating it, he just remained standing and rested his hands on either side of it. ”I used to have to fight my siblings.” His voice came out in a soft whisper; he absolutely didn’t not want the boys to hear. In fact, the summoner wasn’t sure he wanted the midwife to hear either. Maybe she hadn’t.
Instead of eating it, he just remained standing and rested his hands on either side of it. ”I used to have to fight my siblings.” His voice came out in a soft whisper; he absolutely didn’t not want the boys to hear. In fact, the summoner wasn’t sure he wanted the midwife to hear either. Maybe she hadn’t.
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
