whatever comes, let it come
what stays, let it stay
Now it was Loren’s turn to reach out to lay a reassuring hand on Amalia’s. ”Oh no, I totally deserved it, coming in here like I did and stomping all over your traditions. No apology necessary.” He flashed her a brief smile, before biting his lip. ”But...maybe find a way to channel the enthusiasm of the next eager Outlander in ways that work for everyone.” It came out quietly and a little hesitantly.He left his hand where it was, giving the baker a gentle squeeze before returning to cutting the loaf. ”But it’s a familiar pain now.” Giving her a slightly sad smile, one that definitely didn’t reach his eyes, he paused in his slicing. ”She sounds like a remarkable woman.” Then his movements with the knife resumed. ”So. How would you feel about carrying on her legacy, teaching the legends to another generation of the Hollowed Grounds?” His smile turned real and happy.
what goes, let go
LOREN
