whatever comes, let it come
what stays, let it stay
Simply nodding at Amalia's comment, Loren's eyes followed her as she set the kettle on the stove to heat. "Let me help you with that." He held up a hand, palm up, and steam shimmered in the air above it briefly. However, he made no move to heat the water in the kettle itself just yet.When she revealed she'd brought Abasi to see Ludo, though, the healer's hand fell and his eyes grew sad. "I didn't know that." It came out in a whisper. He swallowed as Astra pressed against his side. "Thank you. And—" Voice choking off for a bit, he sent the baker a pulse of gratitude even as he took a deep breath to try and find his voice underneath the grief. "I'm sure it did." However, his eyes glittered with tears.
what goes, let go
LOREN
