They say blood makes you related but
loyalty makes you family
Loren just shrugged at Oliver's offer. "Alright, suit yourself." The healer's voice came out distractedly and yes, disinterestedly. If his fellow hybrid didn't want to disclose what was bothering him, then the Launceleyn wouldn't pry.
Focusing on the sewing (though he was listening to the other man), Loren's expression grew inscrutable. For a long moment, he didn't respond to Oliver. Finally, the healer sighed and glanced up briefly. "Yeah, Frey doesn't really care about our problems. They just want us to live fulfilling and exciting lies."
Looking down again, he moved on to the pants, mending them with sure motions. "Could be worse. You're alive, and in possession of your mind." His tone indicated that there were far worse curses than not being able to use a dick properly. "What makes you sure it's permanent?"
Focusing on the sewing (though he was listening to the other man), Loren's expression grew inscrutable. For a long moment, he didn't respond to Oliver. Finally, the healer sighed and glanced up briefly. "Yeah, Frey doesn't really care about our problems. They just want us to live fulfilling and exciting lies."
Looking down again, he moved on to the pants, mending them with sure motions. "Could be worse. You're alive, and in possession of your mind." His tone indicated that there were far worse curses than not being able to use a dick properly. "What makes you sure it's permanent?"
LOREN
