loren
Loren grinned a bit sheepishly at Jigano's question. "They're one and the same." Then the healer frowned a bit. "However he got...cursed with deafness and hiccups, so perhaps waiting until Flowerbirth to speak to him about his music would be best." Giving the bard an awkward smile, the Launceleyn shrugged.
As he noticed the white-haired man digging in to the food, Loren did the same. They ate in companionable silence for a while. However, as Jigano began explaining what they'd encountered in the mine, the healer set down his fork.
Frowning a bit, he sent a feeling of sympathy, understanding, and just a hint of horror towards the bard. When the white-haired man finished speaking, the Launceleyn reached out to lay a hand on top of Jigano's. "That's awful." Taking a deep breath, Loren's expression grew more serious, almost steely. "But incredibly useful. Thank you. And I'm sorry I forced you to dredge up difficult memories." Tone grateful and apologetic, he squeezed the bard's hand gently.
As he noticed the white-haired man digging in to the food, Loren did the same. They ate in companionable silence for a while. However, as Jigano began explaining what they'd encountered in the mine, the healer set down his fork.
Frowning a bit, he sent a feeling of sympathy, understanding, and just a hint of horror towards the bard. When the white-haired man finished speaking, the Launceleyn reached out to lay a hand on top of Jigano's. "That's awful." Taking a deep breath, Loren's expression grew more serious, almost steely. "But incredibly useful. Thank you. And I'm sorry I forced you to dredge up difficult memories." Tone grateful and apologetic, he squeezed the bard's hand gently.
Never judge a book by its cover.
