Love mends even the broken parts
Smiling, Loren rubbed the back of his head a bit sheepishly. "How's he doing? With the curses and...everything else?" Biting his lip, he gave Weaver a concerned look. Despite whatever difficulties he might've had for Korbin, the healer wanted nothing but the best for her younger brother.
Letting out a huff of laughter, the Launceleyn shook his head. "Maybe not, but my bear failed to actually block anything. It's alright, though. Nobody got hurt and we took care of the golem as a team." He smiled, pleased that particular endeavor had gone mostly smoothly.
Rolling his eyes a bit, he snorted. "Well, I know that now," he pointed out in a wry tone. Still, he nodded slowly. "And I know you're right too." Grinning at her, he leaned over to nudge her with his shoulder. "So what is good to you? Or if not good, feel free to substitute whatever term most appeals to you."
Letting out a huff of laughter, the Launceleyn shook his head. "Maybe not, but my bear failed to actually block anything. It's alright, though. Nobody got hurt and we took care of the golem as a team." He smiled, pleased that particular endeavor had gone mostly smoothly.
Rolling his eyes a bit, he snorted. "Well, I know that now," he pointed out in a wry tone. Still, he nodded slowly. "And I know you're right too." Grinning at her, he leaned over to nudge her with his shoulder. "So what is good to you? Or if not good, feel free to substitute whatever term most appeals to you."
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