regrowth (open)

loren

Loren shook his head at Jigano's comment. "I don't need to diet." There was a self-deprecating tone to the healer's comment, seeing as his proclivity to starve himself while stressed or depressed was well known. "But yes, the meat disappears too quickly to be useful." His voice was slightly exasperated.

Rubbing Astra and Isuma absently as they came near, he shrugged at the bard's questions. I think her handling it was the backup plan. The Launceleyn was amused, but also touched by the white-haired man's concern. I managed to strangle it to death, but if I'd thought I was in any danger I would've busted out my more powerful magics. It was clear that Loren hadn't been worried about his own safety during the exercise.

Sighing at Jigano's comment, the healer bit his lip. "Peter was happy with the Launceleyns." It came out with an oddly hurt edge, and he found himself taking a deep breath to settle the unhappy roil of emotions. "It has been."

Unfortunately, his grief only grew stronger when the bard brought up Abasi. The Launceleyn nodded, the motion abrupt. 'There is. I built a memorial by the Manor." The words came out slightly clipped, seeing as he was trying not to let himself break down crying again.

Never judge a book by its cover.