whatever comes, let it come
what stays, let it stay
Loren’s grip was firm, though he released Maea quickly enough. When she took the handkerchief, he turned to the side, giving her at least the illusion of privacy (he hoped). Tucking the cups into the pouch where he’d stored the empty flasks, he glanced back at her when she finally agreed to healing. Nodding slowly, he lifted a hand to lay it on her shoulder. Assuming she didn’t pull away, he’d poured magic into her, replacing her soldiers the same way as he had once before. "Did he mention what equipment he might need?" He kept his eyes trained on his hand. "And while this might be beyond both him and beyond me, there are those in Caido with more power than both of us."
what goes, let go
LOREN
