whatever comes, let it come
what stays, let it stay
Loren nodded at Morgan's words and glanced at the portrait of her father. Though the healer didn't immediately see much resemblance, it was there if he looked hard enough, in the shape of her jaw and her nose. "I see." Turning to face her, he kept his hands clasped behind his back. "I'm sorry to hear all of that." Pressing his lips together for a moment, he looked over the memorial once more. "There are a lot of bodies of people I've cared for that I've been unable to retrieve. So I know how hard that can be." He risked a glanced back at the Captain. "If you don't mind me asking, how did he...how did it happen?"
what goes, let go
LOREN
