whatever comes, let it come
what stays, let it stay
As Amalia poured Loren a cup of tea, he accepted it gratefully. Nodding when she mentioned that she had to get started on her work, he offered her a tentative smile back, though his eyes were still sad. "Want help with that?" He took a sip of his tea as he waited for her response.However, when she began taking ingredients and supplies out, he moved. Sliding around to the other side of the counter, he reached up for a bowl that was on one of the higher shelfs that he saw her reaching for. Giving her an almost apologetic and certainly rueful grin, he set it down on the counter.
what goes, let go
LOREN
