They say blood makes you related but
loyalty makes you family
Loren raised his eyebrows at Oliver. "Because last time I spoke to them I completely failed the task they laid before me, and they called me terribly dull?" Unsurprisingly, the healer's voice was a little curt, though he sent a pulse of apology through his bond with his fellow hybrid.
Nodding at the other man's words, the Launceleyn set down his sewing needle. Moving the mended clothes towards Oliver, Loren rose from where he'd been crouched. "Those are done." Returning to his cleaning, he moved the table back where it belonged. "You're welcome. And I hope you find someone. I'm glad you're seeing the upsides in all this in the meantime, though." It came out quietly, and he waved a hand over the pitcher, refilling it with his magic since it had spilled out during their training session.
Glancing at the other man, the healer rubbed a hand against his thigh. Of course, that, and Oliver's reminder about the stab wound, just drew Loren's attention to it. "Right. I didn't even notice." Frowning a bit, sparks of sky blue knitted his flesh closed.
Nodding at the other man's words, the Launceleyn set down his sewing needle. Moving the mended clothes towards Oliver, Loren rose from where he'd been crouched. "Those are done." Returning to his cleaning, he moved the table back where it belonged. "You're welcome. And I hope you find someone. I'm glad you're seeing the upsides in all this in the meantime, though." It came out quietly, and he waved a hand over the pitcher, refilling it with his magic since it had spilled out during their training session.
Glancing at the other man, the healer rubbed a hand against his thigh. Of course, that, and Oliver's reminder about the stab wound, just drew Loren's attention to it. "Right. I didn't even notice." Frowning a bit, sparks of sky blue knitted his flesh closed.
LOREN
