The white sheep of the family
Astra's frantic movements were the only thing Loren really registered. Of course Remi's words washed over the healer, but as his magic fully repaired his throat, as he washed the blood from himself and from her fur, he didn't respond to them. Just let the magic wash away any sign of what he'd done here, to himself.
Snatching up the flask, he drained it dry. Hugging his luxere to his chest, he buried his face in her fur, trying to breath an apology, to tell her how sorry he was with both his body and mind. She stilled, and he felt her forgiveness.
He started crying then, silently, though he made sure not to let it last too long. Staggering to his feet, the Launceleyn stared at the alchemist with numb eyes.
"I hope you and Ronin are happy together." With that, Loren moved to walk past and away from the other man.
Snatching up the flask, he drained it dry. Hugging his luxere to his chest, he buried his face in her fur, trying to breath an apology, to tell her how sorry he was with both his body and mind. She stilled, and he felt her forgiveness.
He started crying then, silently, though he made sure not to let it last too long. Staggering to his feet, the Launceleyn stared at the alchemist with numb eyes.
"I hope you and Ronin are happy together." With that, Loren moved to walk past and away from the other man.
Will blood tell
