Love mends even the broken parts
As Maea touched his cheek, Loren let out a huff of nervous laughter. Reaching up, he captured her fingers with his own, smiling almost shyly. For a moment, he just stood there, before gently lowering her hand. More than glad to lose himself in busywork, he crouched down to shuffle his papers back together.
As she ran her fingers through her hair, he rummaged through his pack. Pulling out a brush, he held it out for her. "I always carry a spare, in case Astra's fur gets extra tangled." The luxere in question let out an aggrieved bleat, and he gave her a fond smile.
As the Loreseeker asked what it was like to fly, the healer stilled for a moment, brow furrowed. "It's wonderful." Finally, he sighed, and settled into a cross legged position. "Do you trust me?" He raised his eyebrows as he waited for her answer.
As she ran her fingers through her hair, he rummaged through his pack. Pulling out a brush, he held it out for her. "I always carry a spare, in case Astra's fur gets extra tangled." The luxere in question let out an aggrieved bleat, and he gave her a fond smile.
As the Loreseeker asked what it was like to fly, the healer stilled for a moment, brow furrowed. "It's wonderful." Finally, he sighed, and settled into a cross legged position. "Do you trust me?" He raised his eyebrows as he waited for her answer.
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