there's light at the edge of the darkness
”As long as I feed her and make sure she gets her daily allotment of head rubs, she’s precious.” And as long as Loren wasn’t acting like a raging lunatic, of course, which was basically a toss up at this point. He’d long ago reached the end of his rope and let go, and was now wildly plunging towards what he hoped was a soft landing. Sadly, he was pretty certain it was just a bunch more hard knocks.
Unfortunately, he was too wrapped up in his own doubts to notice anything off with Phoebe. Besides, they still barely knew each other, and had gone through such ups and downs—between her blight and his rage—that he wasn’t sure what was normal or abnormal for her, what was her baseline and her default. When she asked him to sit, though, he shook his head. ”I’ve been sitting all day. In fact, I was also using this as an opportunity to stretch my legs.”
At the mention of adult company, the Launceleyn gave her a careful look. ”How are the boys?” Hopefully well behaved: Wessex hadn’t made any noises about the children being here, but honest the summoner wasn’t sure the queen had even noticed yet. Maybe it was best if they tried to keep it that way.
Unfortunately, he was too wrapped up in his own doubts to notice anything off with Phoebe. Besides, they still barely knew each other, and had gone through such ups and downs—between her blight and his rage—that he wasn’t sure what was normal or abnormal for her, what was her baseline and her default. When she asked him to sit, though, he shook his head. ”I’ve been sitting all day. In fact, I was also using this as an opportunity to stretch my legs.”
At the mention of adult company, the Launceleyn gave her a careful look. ”How are the boys?” Hopefully well behaved: Wessex hadn’t made any noises about the children being here, but honest the summoner wasn’t sure the queen had even noticed yet. Maybe it was best if they tried to keep it that way.
loren
