embers (open)

whatever comes, let it come

what stays, let it stay

As Wessex approached, Loren eyed her warily. They hadn’t really spoken since the whole Rathskellar incident, and she was probably displeased with him. However, it was a simple request for healing, not a chewing out that he was pretty sure he deserved, even if he wouldn't have done anything different.

Immediately he relaxed and nodded. ”I don’t mind at all” Whatever differences they might’ve had, he was a healer, and would never turn away someone who was hurt. Thankfully, he could actually help her now that he had his handy dandy unicorn horn (he could also summon an actual unicorn, but he was trying to conserve his strength). Lucky them.

Walking forward he laid the tip of the horn against the queen’s collarbone. Honestly, he was sort of winging it here with the healing magic: a soft glow would spread from the horn to Wessex, and spread through her body, targeted any active damage. This time, he limited it to active injuries, not scars. If Wessex wanted that, she’d need to ask. Seeing as the options were standing there awkwardly or finding something to talk about, the Launceleyn opted for the latter. ”What was it like out there?” Seeing the monsters indoors was bad enough. And though he’d poked his head out the door, he couldn't even begin to imagine what it was like to be out there in the darkness, beset on all sides. Not that it would be dark for the Ascended, of course.

what goes, let go

LOREN