whatever comes, let it come
what stays, let it stay
Nodding in response to Maea's agreement, Loren kept walking, eyes peeled for any sign of a squirrel. Or a boggart, though he imagined he wouldn't see that one coming. "It's called the Efas herb. It has medicinal properties." The summoner's voice was quiet, pitched just loud enough for her to hear.He was silent for a long moment after she spoke. "It doesn't sound silly at all." Glancing over at the woman, he smiled faintly, though it didn't reach his eyes. "Did you want to prove to yourself that you could be brave? That you weren't ruled by your fear?" His tone was still soft, but there was something a little sad in the words.
what goes, let go
LOREN
