As Weaver advised Loren not to risk it, even the barest hints of ease and humor left him. His expression turned grave, and he found himself meeting her gaze squarely. Something dark and hidden lurked in his eyes. "I won't. But there are things you don't know about me, and probably should." It came out quietly, without much inflection. But he suddenly resembled a different person, not the slightly nervous low self-esteem healer he usually appeared to be.
Then he shook his head and the illusion was broken. "No, I don't think there is." He held up the bag for her to look at. "Any idea what these seeds are?" Not really expecting her to, he took one last look around the room. His expression was sad, but it was a familiar kind of sadness, one that didn't hurt quite as much as when he'd entered.
Then he shook his head and the illusion was broken. "No, I don't think there is." He held up the bag for her to look at. "Any idea what these seeds are?" Not really expecting her to, he took one last look around the room. His expression was sad, but it was a familiar kind of sadness, one that didn't hurt quite as much as when he'd entered.
you are lost, hope is gone
but you must go on
Loren
Base Code by Sky!
