whatever comes, let it come
what stays, let it stay
Nodding thoughtfully, Loren studied Sascha. "That's interesting." Brows furrowing slightly, the healer titled his head to one side. "What crafts do you do? And how do you mix the different woods together?" There was mostly just a polite interest in his voice.As the conversation swung around to the fact that he'd startled the other man, the Launceleyn scratched the back of his head nervously. "It's okay, really. You don't have anything to be nervous about." Lowering his hands to his lap, he let out a huff of laughter. "Trust me, talking to animals is pretty normal in Caido." There was a wryly amused tone to Loren's voice.
what goes, let go
LOREN
