A few marbles short

M  A   E    A I talked to God to no avail Said, "If you won't save me, please don't waste my time." Pale brows rose over widening eyes that mirrored the green hues surrounding them. What was going on with this man? First he seemed ready to leap into the defense of his friend, and then he went cold, dark, cold smoke rising from a lantern blown out by the wind. There was something very off about it, that made her worry. "Is it really that petty if it still makes you hurt?" she asked mildly. Keeping an eye on the squirrels while Loren went for the plant, she considered the moving hedges, the flatness of his voice, how his name snagged on something at the back of her mind, something important she ought to remember. Something Jigano had said... And then, with a soft intake of breath, she understood. Or thought she did. Turning her attention fully on Loren, the short pale girl blurted out "You were at the festival! You fought the monster, didn't you..?" and just as quickly clapped her hands over her own mouth. Horrified, that she'd not realized it sooner. Mortified, that she'd plumped right into a subject that no doubt would be extremely sensitive right now. 'Gotten people killed' indeed... if one could ever summarize a situation in so few words, when it never was that simple.