LOREN
Just because Phoebe felt sentimental about a keepsake didn’t mean that Loren could allow her to keep any of it. Wessex’s orders had been quite clear, and all he had to go on were the midwife’s assurances. As for the daggers, he certainly wasn’t going to leave those with either the boys or the healer. ”I’m sorry. I can't trust in her intentions. Even if I could, I was told to confiscate all jewelry and weapons.” The summoner had held up his end of the bargain as well, so he held out his hands for both the blades and the ring, eyes sympathetic, but posture firm. ”I will return them once this is all resolved.” Granted, that might never happen, depending on how messy the arrest became, but he would do his best. Glancing over to the box on the windowsill, the Launceleyn frowned. "What's in the box?" After going through all this, the least he could be was thorough.
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
