Love mends even the broken parts
Loren was actually wearing a shirt during this trip to Torchline, so that was good, he supposed. Mostly, it was so the straps for his bag didn't chafe too much, since it was weighed down with all the tools he'd need to make a map. Mostly, he stared blankly ahead as they trekked up the mountain. Astra had joined him and Maea on their excursion, and he smiled faintly as she bounded around excitedly, letting out the occasional excited bleat.
When the pale skinned woman brought them to a halt, he nodded distractedly. "Sure." Glancing at her, he examined her for any signs of distress. "How are your lungs?" He waggled a finger, as if indicating he could heal her if she needed it.
When the pale skinned woman brought them to a halt, he nodded distractedly. "Sure." Glancing at her, he examined her for any signs of distress. "How are your lungs?" He waggled a finger, as if indicating he could heal her if she needed it.
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