there's light at the edge of the darkness
As Maea refused to drink the tea Loren had poured, he sighed. Then he pointed at himself. "Grand healer." He pointed at her. "Lowly patient." The finger moved to the cup of tea. "Medicine in my infirmary." Despite the words, his voice was gentle.
When she began speaking again, though, he fell silent, expression inscrutable. "Have you been thinking about his options?" It came out quietly, and he studied her features.
Taking the letter, he seat his cup down so he could read it thoroughly. As his eyes danced across the page swiftly, his eyebrows rose. Lowering it, he took a deep breath. Handing it back to her, he tilted his head to one side. "What do you need from me?" As she hugged Astra close, the luxere snuggled into her, and he reached out his hand to lay it on the Loreseeker's shoulder again.
When she began speaking again, though, he fell silent, expression inscrutable. "Have you been thinking about his options?" It came out quietly, and he studied her features.
Taking the letter, he seat his cup down so he could read it thoroughly. As his eyes danced across the page swiftly, his eyebrows rose. Lowering it, he took a deep breath. Handing it back to her, he tilted his head to one side. "What do you need from me?" As she hugged Astra close, the luxere snuggled into her, and he reached out his hand to lay it on the Loreseeker's shoulder again.
loren
