Love mends even the broken parts
Nodding along to Weaver's words, Loren frowned. "As far as I'm aware, every curse can be broken." Searching her features, he bit his lip. "Only the gods know what might lift this one, though." He sighed, scrubbing his face in an agitated gesture.
Thankfully, her complaint about their encounter with the golem proved a welcome distraction. Rolling his eyes again, he gave her a playful shove. ”You call that getting hurt? Alright, fine, you big baby." Tone teasing, he grinned unapologetically.
When she explained her definition of good, he nodded again. "To doing the least amount of unnecessary harm then." Smiling, he lifted an imaginary glass in a toast. "Now come on. I'd like an actual drink as payment for my services here today." Clearly joking (though not about the drink) he nudged her with a hip as they headed back through the portal and on to the long walk home.
Thankfully, her complaint about their encounter with the golem proved a welcome distraction. Rolling his eyes again, he gave her a playful shove. ”You call that getting hurt? Alright, fine, you big baby." Tone teasing, he grinned unapologetically.
When she explained her definition of good, he nodded again. "To doing the least amount of unnecessary harm then." Smiling, he lifted an imaginary glass in a toast. "Now come on. I'd like an actual drink as payment for my services here today." Clearly joking (though not about the drink) he nudged her with a hip as they headed back through the portal and on to the long walk home.
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