whatever comes, let it come
what stays, let it stay
Maea's laughter didn't draw a similar response from Loren. Instead, his neutral mask remained in place. "I'll let you know." As they turned a corner, he scanned the ground for any sign of the herb, but didn't see any. However, they were still far from the center, as evidence by the fact that they could see the sky."As for dangers, I'm not sure what you heard, but the last time I was here, my friend and I were attacked by the hedges and the squirrels. Managed to make it out, though. He also told me that there were boggarts, and that he'd encountered one in the past, but thankfully we didn't see any." Glancing at the pale woman, he searched her features for any signs of fear.
He ducked under and away from a branch that was suspiciously low. ”No one in particular. There are many injured still, and too few healers.” Then, however, he hesitated. ”Well. There is one person. My friend Amalia was injured badly when the Temple fell. I was...I hoped that the herb might help, somehow.” His voice was filled with a quiet concern.
what goes, let go
LOREN
