whatever comes, let it come
what stays, let it stay
Crossing his arms, Loren regarded Morgan cooly as she expressed an unwavering faith in a spirit that he'd basically never heard of. "You're one of the few who has no doubts about his leadership." That came out in as even tone as he could manage.Shaking his head slightly, he let out a huff of laughter. "I'll take surly." Tone self-deprecating, he lowered his arms.
Nodding at her suggestion, he tapped his fingers against his thigh for a moment. "Will do. One last thing: I was thinking of making small, portable medical kits for both your soldiers and any hunters that wanted them. Would that be something your troops would be interested in?"
what goes, let go
LOREN
