there's light at the edge of the darkness
Nodding at her words, Loren waved a hand at the washbasin near her cot. It filled with water. Putting the cups of tea on a tray, he brought it over to her, lifting a cloth with his telekinesis as he walked. He dipped the cloth in the water and held it out for her even as he set the tea down on the night table next to her cot.
"That's good." Picking up a cup, he curled his fingers around it and sipped gingerly at it. His eyebrows rose at her question. "Me?" Shrugging, he lowered the cup. "As well as I ever do." Which was not very, but she didn't need to know that (though the dark circles under his eyes might betray him."
Biting his lip, he gave her a tentative look. "How're you feeling?" It came out softly.
"That's good." Picking up a cup, he curled his fingers around it and sipped gingerly at it. His eyebrows rose at her question. "Me?" Shrugging, he lowered the cup. "As well as I ever do." Which was not very, but she didn't need to know that (though the dark circles under his eyes might betray him."
Biting his lip, he gave her a tentative look. "How're you feeling?" It came out softly.
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