whatever comes, let it come
what stays, let it stay
As Amalia closed her eyes, and seemingly closed herself off, Loren tilted his head. Setting the knife down again, he reached out to rest his hand on her shoulder. ”So your grandmother was the Shield of Vi then?” His tone was gentle and maybe a bit bemused, but there was a lightness in his eyes and posture. "I think, if she were here now, she'd be delighted to know what you grew into. Because she loved you." His voice came out quietly, but with a great deal of certainty.At her sputtering sounds, however, he let out a huff of laughter and squeezed her shoulder before releasing it. He started to cut the last of bread. ”Oh really? How quickly you forget the earlier conversation about lecturing me.” He shook his head and made a tsking sound, though the corner’s of his lips twitched with amusement, and his tone was gently teasing.
Then his expression softened and his voice gentled. "In all seriousness, you've taught me a great deal about Caido, the gods, and the Hollowed Grounds. I can think of no one finer to do the same for others." He smiled then, one of those real and increasingly less rare smiles that transformed him into a different person, someone younger, lighter, brighter.
Someone happy, perhaps.
what goes, let go
LOREN
