whatever comes, let it come
what stays, let it stay
As Neron took the wine, and seemingly the apology, Loren breathed a sigh of relief. ”Thank you, for your understanding. And I can't begin to imagine what it must've been like for you.” His voice came out quietly, but with a great deal of gratitude. Then the corners of his lips twitched up. "We always did know you were the more handsome one." There was no animosity, just a simple statement of fact.As his twin commented that compliments were uneccessary, the summoner nodded. Falling in easily as the Warden asked for Loren to accompany him, he was silent for a long moment. Then he stole a glance at Neron. "I would like to make amends. If I can. If you'll let me." Again, the summoner's voice was soft, but his tone was quite, quite hopeful. He shouldered the sack of wood he was still carrying into a more comfortable position, and Astra padded along behind them, eyes wide.
what goes, let go
LOREN
