Love mends even the broken parts
Loren smiled faintly at Maea. Hand still on Astra's head, which he scratched gently, the healer shook his head slowly at the Loreseeker's words. "You won't ever be just Maea, and you won't have nothing." The words were soft, and he hugged his arm with his free hand. "But I understand needing a bit of help every now and then."
Smiling growing less tentative, he nodded encouragingly. "I approve of greediness." Voice still quiet, he shifted his weight from side to side, then sighed. "And hey, you'll have me as a friend. That counts for something, right? I mean, not much, but something." Although his tone was self-deprecating, there was something vulnerable in his expression.
Smiling growing less tentative, he nodded encouragingly. "I approve of greediness." Voice still quiet, he shifted his weight from side to side, then sighed. "And hey, you'll have me as a friend. That counts for something, right? I mean, not much, but something." Although his tone was self-deprecating, there was something vulnerable in his expression.
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