loren
Sighing a little, Loren shook his head. "I meant more that it's not exactly a blessing needing to be healed all the time." However, despite the words, he was uncertain if he actually believed that, and a bit of that seeped through the bond.
Nodding at Jigano's thanks, the healer settled into his chair. Sipping from his flask, he glanced at the bard. "Not much, really." The Launceleyn tapped a finger against the wooden armrest, and smirked a little, though it was more bitter than amused. "Unsurprisingly, life has little, well, life in it for me these days. So I've taken to finding whatever fleeting moments of emotion I can, where I can, with who I can." Waving the flask in demonstration, he turned to watch the white-haired man's reaction.
Nodding at Jigano's thanks, the healer settled into his chair. Sipping from his flask, he glanced at the bard. "Not much, really." The Launceleyn tapped a finger against the wooden armrest, and smirked a little, though it was more bitter than amused. "Unsurprisingly, life has little, well, life in it for me these days. So I've taken to finding whatever fleeting moments of emotion I can, where I can, with who I can." Waving the flask in demonstration, he turned to watch the white-haired man's reaction.
Never judge a book by its cover.
