LOREN
Ah. That was news to Loren. ”I didn’t know that, I don't think. Stronger how?” It could mean any number of things, especially to someone with magic. Indeed, the summoner looked like a stiff breeze would knock him over, but he was one of the most powerful people in the Hollowed Grounds. And probably the most powerful person in the Temple. It made him worried, because he’d been told repeatedly that his spells might not suffice, so he didn’t know of anyone else who could do better. They needed to be their best at LongNight.
As Rexanna admitted that she was familiar with prisons—a fact he vaguely knew from her stint trapped at the Manor and her recounting of fleeing her ex-husband—he gave her a sympathetic grin. It might’ve been a sad comment, but she’d said it jokingly, so he would do his best to respond in kind. ”Sounds like you were a professional distressed damsel. Not anymore though! I don't know if that's a step up or a step down, though.” It wasn’t the best attempt at humor, but he’d never claimed to be funny.
Unfortunately, bringing up Remi was probably not the best idea, especially in relation to Frey, the deity that had stolen the alchemist’s love for the summoner. It was a long time ago, and didn’t really matter anymore. Stiil, the Launceleyn slumped a little, somehow, even though he was seated.
The blue-eyed woman’s explanation about what she’d lost when she Ascended didn't help matters. It also caused his eyes to flick to her brand. He’d offered to heal it before, an offer that still stood, but she would have to approach him about that. Instead, he’d see if he could offer her something else instead. ”I can pass along your thanks. If...if I see them again.” Frey almost certainly wouldn’t care, but Loren did. The if had more to do with whether or not he survived rather than seeing the deity, given the quest. ”I...no. No ah thank you. I just...I dunno.” He ran a nervous hand through his hair. ”Jumping from having slept with one person to magic sex rooms and orgies feels like a...too much.” His voice came out wryly and awkwardly and stiltedly.
As Rexanna admitted that she was familiar with prisons—a fact he vaguely knew from her stint trapped at the Manor and her recounting of fleeing her ex-husband—he gave her a sympathetic grin. It might’ve been a sad comment, but she’d said it jokingly, so he would do his best to respond in kind. ”Sounds like you were a professional distressed damsel. Not anymore though! I don't know if that's a step up or a step down, though.” It wasn’t the best attempt at humor, but he’d never claimed to be funny.
Unfortunately, bringing up Remi was probably not the best idea, especially in relation to Frey, the deity that had stolen the alchemist’s love for the summoner. It was a long time ago, and didn’t really matter anymore. Stiil, the Launceleyn slumped a little, somehow, even though he was seated.
The blue-eyed woman’s explanation about what she’d lost when she Ascended didn't help matters. It also caused his eyes to flick to her brand. He’d offered to heal it before, an offer that still stood, but she would have to approach him about that. Instead, he’d see if he could offer her something else instead. ”I can pass along your thanks. If...if I see them again.” Frey almost certainly wouldn’t care, but Loren did. The if had more to do with whether or not he survived rather than seeing the deity, given the quest. ”I...no. No ah thank you. I just...I dunno.” He ran a nervous hand through his hair. ”Jumping from having slept with one person to magic sex rooms and orgies feels like a...too much.” His voice came out wryly and awkwardly and stiltedly.
REXANNA
