LOREN
Smirking, Loren shot Sunjata an appraising look. "Dare I ask what the best part is? Besides the getting drunk?" Letting out a huff of laughter at the bartender's next comment, the healer shook his head. "Too easy." He took another quick sip.
"Then you should train until it's instinctive." The response was immediate and unhesitating. Staring up at the sky, the Launceleyn shrugged. "It's a gift from the gods. Seems a shame to squander it."
Nodding at the other man's words, Loren pointed a finger at Sunjata. "So long as she blames you and not me, we'll be fine." Then the healer grinned. "Thanks for that, by the way." Despite the slightly accusing words, there was no anger in his mind.
"Then you should train until it's instinctive." The response was immediate and unhesitating. Staring up at the sky, the Launceleyn shrugged. "It's a gift from the gods. Seems a shame to squander it."
Nodding at the other man's words, Loren pointed a finger at Sunjata. "So long as she blames you and not me, we'll be fine." Then the healer grinned. "Thanks for that, by the way." Despite the slightly accusing words, there was no anger in his mind.
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
