whatever comes, let it come
what stays, let it stay
Loren nodded. ”It certainly has.” He let his eyes trail down the other man’s body again. The healer's thought trended in that direction as well. ”It could always be better, though, with the right company.”As the stranger started to walk away, the healer stepped into the other man’s path and held out his hand. ”I’m Loren, by the way. And that’s Astra.” The Launceleyn nodded at his companion, who trotted up to the other man.
Shrugging, Loren took a sip from his flask. ”You never know. Miracle cures can be found in the most unlikely of places.” Like the Efas herb in the Labyrinth, though he knew better than to say that. "Especially in a place as fertile as Torchline." Then he tilted his head to one side. "If you have suggestions for a better place to look, however, I'm all ears."
what goes, let go
LOREN
