Love mends even the broken parts
Flushing a bit, Loren gave Maea an equally chagrined and apologetic look. "That's uh...well." He rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. "Despite my best efforts to ah, break free of my conditioning I um, I like...flexing my magic a little too much." His voice was guilty and ashamed, and he took a deep breath to try and calm himself. "But outside of sparring, I can get a little...overbearing." Biting his lip, he studied her features, wondering if she'd understand.
Rubbing a nervous against his thigh, he found himself responding automatically. "I don't have scars and I'm not a hero." It came out swiftly, and certainly. Jaw feathering with awkward tension, he found his foot tapping with anxiety, so much so that Astra bleated and gave him a reproachful look.
It was enough to get him to still. 'I'm trying to get better at that. At...letting them make those mistakes, and just...being supportive no matter what happens." He sighed, and shrugged a little helplessly.
Rubbing a nervous against his thigh, he found himself responding automatically. "I don't have scars and I'm not a hero." It came out swiftly, and certainly. Jaw feathering with awkward tension, he found his foot tapping with anxiety, so much so that Astra bleated and gave him a reproachful look.
It was enough to get him to still. 'I'm trying to get better at that. At...letting them make those mistakes, and just...being supportive no matter what happens." He sighed, and shrugged a little helplessly.
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