They say blood makes you related but
loyalty makes you family
At the mention of trophy boards, Astra let out an unhappy bleat and trotted over to the bed Loren had made for her in the corner. As she settled into it, clearly not liking Glas for some reason, the healer shot her an apologetic smile. Then he returned his attention back to the craftsman. "That's fascinating. What sorts of designs do you use for decoration?" The Launceleyn found himself leaning forward, genuinely interested in the answer.
As the other man stammered a response, Loren smiled gently. "I'm sure it wasn't that easy. Otherwise, anyone could do it." Perhaps he shouldn't have attempted humor, as weak as it was: Glas looked about ready to sink into the floor.
The healer tilted his head to one side, brow furrowing slightly at the craftsman's statement. "What makes you say that." As the other man explained a bit of his behavior, the Launceleyn let out a breath. "I see." Drumming his fingers on the table, his eyes narrowed a bit. "Does talking to strangers makes you nervous? And maybe getting out generally?" His gaze swept across Glas, taking in all the telltale signs of anxiety and stress.
As the other man stammered a response, Loren smiled gently. "I'm sure it wasn't that easy. Otherwise, anyone could do it." Perhaps he shouldn't have attempted humor, as weak as it was: Glas looked about ready to sink into the floor.
The healer tilted his head to one side, brow furrowing slightly at the craftsman's statement. "What makes you say that." As the other man explained a bit of his behavior, the Launceleyn let out a breath. "I see." Drumming his fingers on the table, his eyes narrowed a bit. "Does talking to strangers makes you nervous? And maybe getting out generally?" His gaze swept across Glas, taking in all the telltale signs of anxiety and stress.
LOREN
