whatever comes, let it come
what stays, let it stay
Loren shook his head at the stranger's apology. "No, it was my fault." Giving the other man an apologetic smile, the healer raised his hands in what was supposed to be a calming gesture.Glancing back at the tree, the Launceleyn ran a hand through his hair. "I don't know that much about trees really, sorry." Tone still apologetic, he shifted so he was seated in a cross legged position. "Are you looking for acacias for any particular reason?"
Taking Sascha's hand, Loren smiled tentatively. "It's nice to meet you too, Sascha." His grip was firm, and he made sure to give a polite shake, and nothing more before releasing the other man.
what goes, let go
LOREN
