whatever comes, let it come
what stays, let it stay
Sipping his own mug, Loren sighed and gave Sunjata a wry look. "Don't make me kick your ass again." The healer waggled his fingers, and as he did, his mug lifted in the air for a moment under the direction of his telekinesis before settling down again. Turning to face front, he snorted at the bartender's assurance. Raising the mug, the Launceleyn brought it to his lips, though his didn't quite drink yet. Instead, he just left it there. "Yes, well, you'll forgive me if I don't necessarily believe you do as easily as she does, given your track record." There was no sympathy in his voice, though it wasn't mocking or challenging either.
what goes, let go
LOREN
