The white sheep of the family
At Phoebe’s call, Loren glanced up. ”Understood!” As Jigano took off, the summoner glanced off in the distance, eyes widening at the burst of starlight. Very few things could have caused that, and this new crises caused the tears that had threatened for a while to finally fall.
He didn't have time for them. Angrily scrubbing them away, he took a deep breath, and sought the cool release of his training and the dark place where he stuffed all dark emotions when he couldn’t deal with them in the moment. He’d used it so often for ill, but perhaps it could do some good today.
Then he glanced at Remi. The Launceleyn’s heart sank at the sight that greeted him now that the press of bodies had cleared a bit: Remi, healed enough to keep him alive, but not enough to live. And apparently about to be loaded on to Amalia’s back. "Phoebe it’s Remi!” As he called out, Loren dashed over to the baker, the queen, and the redheaded healer. Deimos, we need Zuriel with the healers. Honestly, he didn’t even know if the General was in range.
The summoner skidded to a halt. ”All the healers are going to come here, and he’s not fit to travel.” With that he reached into the depths of his rapidly draining magic. He knew he was doing too much, that he needed to prioritize, but after what he’d…what had happened…he needed to do this. A unicorn appeared at his side and placed its horn on the alchemist’s shoulder, while the Launceleyn laid his hand on the other.
Then they both poured their healing magics into the other man. ”Remi. You need to live. For Ronin.” After that, Loren was too deep in his magic for more words.
He didn't have time for them. Angrily scrubbing them away, he took a deep breath, and sought the cool release of his training and the dark place where he stuffed all dark emotions when he couldn’t deal with them in the moment. He’d used it so often for ill, but perhaps it could do some good today.
Then he glanced at Remi. The Launceleyn’s heart sank at the sight that greeted him now that the press of bodies had cleared a bit: Remi, healed enough to keep him alive, but not enough to live. And apparently about to be loaded on to Amalia’s back. "
The summoner skidded to a halt. ”All the healers are going to come here, and he’s not fit to travel.” With that he reached into the depths of his rapidly draining magic. He knew he was doing too much, that he needed to prioritize, but after what he’d…what had happened…he needed to do this. A unicorn appeared at his side and placed its horn on the alchemist’s shoulder, while the Launceleyn laid his hand on the other.
Then they both poured their healing magics into the other man. ”Remi. You need to live. For Ronin.” After that, Loren was too deep in his magic for more words.
Will blood tell
