regrowth (open)

loren

Nodding slowly, Loren went to sit awkwardly at his workstation. He picked up the pestle and fidgeted with it awkwardly before sighing. "I put in the order a while ago, otherwise I'd just have you do it." Giving Jigano an apologetic smile, the healer set the pestle down and began scraping the paste he'd made out of the mortar instead using a nearby knife.

Then he paused. "Although, if that offer to help still stands, I can always use more jars." He gestured around at the shelves of various medicines, all in full bottles and jars and other containers.

"Don't worry. Apart from classes, Zariah is steering far clear of me and the feeling is mutual." He shrugged to show this didn't bother him, though he gave the bard an understanding look.

Scratching the back of his head, he shrugged. "Other than the jars, not really. Unless you want to grind up herbs with me." Tossing more leaves and stalks and seeds into the mortar, he ground them with a practiced twist of his wrist. "I suppose just news. It seems like it's been quiet for the Ground recently, but maybe that's just the distance. As for me, I've been...cutting back on the alcohol. And the rest of it." That last part came out quietly, and a faint flush of embarrassment colored his cheeks.

Never judge a book by its cover.