whatever comes, let it come
what stays, let it stay
As Maea stared at him, Loren took some deep breaths of his own. Although he was slightly tipsy, that didn’t stop him from meditating, years of practice overcoming his intoxicated state. As she began to speak again, it was his turn to watch her carefully.When she finished, he nodded slowly. "Honesty. Got it. I can do that. Again, deal." He extended a hand for her to shake. Whether or not she did, he'd eventually create a cloth for her to wipe her tears on.
Tilting his head slightly to one side, he eventually sighed. "Do you need healing?" It came out in a much more normal tone, and the offer was genuine.
what goes, let go
LOREN
