LOREN
Amalia’s honesty continued to be refreshing, and Loren continued to be surprised by it. Maybe if they’d both been a bit more open with each other after he’d initially returned, he wouldn’t have felt quite so isolated. As it stood, she was coaxing him closer bit by bit. Unfortunately, there’d been quite a distance between the two of them and neither of them might have much time left. ”That’s good. I’m glad to hear it.” Flickers of the concern he’d felt when she initially revealed how she felt inside were back, and his words were completely genuine.
When the baker mentioned the two options, the summoner nodded. Then, as she went back to singing and putting together the food, he grabbed the blanket. They were about to spend quite a bit of time cooped up, if all went well—or in mortal terror, if it went poorly—so although it was cold, he figured that he, at least, would like to savor the outdoors while he could. Plus it would be nice to be surrounded by the herd.
As Amalia was balancing a tray, the Launceleyn held the door open for her. Then he laid the blanket down in a clear space and started eating his share. His eyes widened at the first bite of the stew and the bread and the first sip of the cider. ”This is excellent, thank you.” Other than that, he was planning to mostly spend the meal in companionable silence, assuming the baker didn’t have much to say. However, there was something else he needed to tell her. ”Take care of yourself, during LongNight.” Although he didn’t know exactly where he’d be, or if he himself would survive, there was a strong chance he’d be at the Temple. And despite everything, he didn’t want anything to happen to a kind soul like Amalia.
When the baker mentioned the two options, the summoner nodded. Then, as she went back to singing and putting together the food, he grabbed the blanket. They were about to spend quite a bit of time cooped up, if all went well—or in mortal terror, if it went poorly—so although it was cold, he figured that he, at least, would like to savor the outdoors while he could. Plus it would be nice to be surrounded by the herd.
As Amalia was balancing a tray, the Launceleyn held the door open for her. Then he laid the blanket down in a clear space and started eating his share. His eyes widened at the first bite of the stew and the bread and the first sip of the cider. ”This is excellent, thank you.” Other than that, he was planning to mostly spend the meal in companionable silence, assuming the baker didn’t have much to say. However, there was something else he needed to tell her. ”Take care of yourself, during LongNight.” Although he didn’t know exactly where he’d be, or if he himself would survive, there was a strong chance he’d be at the Temple. And despite everything, he didn’t want anything to happen to a kind soul like Amalia.
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
