LOREN
Loren leaned forward, setting aside both soup and medicines for the moment. ”And how do you think they would tell you to deal with your grief? Have you spoken to them?” Both his voice and his eyes were gentle.
As she admitted that Frey didn't see much point in marriage, the summoner had some soup, then went back to his work with the medicines. "Don't forget to eat." It came out distractedly. "I think you're making a mistake." He took a deep breath. "But I've also been told that sometimes I need to let people make their own mistakes and learn from them. No matter how much they might come to regret it." He glanced away, eyes distant. His hands moved almost without conscious thought, grinding another herb with just a little too much force.
As she admitted that Frey didn't see much point in marriage, the summoner had some soup, then went back to his work with the medicines. "Don't forget to eat." It came out distractedly. "I think you're making a mistake." He took a deep breath. "But I've also been told that sometimes I need to let people make their own mistakes and learn from them. No matter how much they might come to regret it." He glanced away, eyes distant. His hands moved almost without conscious thought, grinding another herb with just a little too much force.
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
