They say blood makes you related but
loyalty makes you family
Raising his eyebrows as Glas mentioned he'd always been this way, Loren hummed thoughtfully. "How old were you when the incident occurred?" His finger kept tapping against the cup, a habit he'd never gotten around to breaking.
However, he couldn't help but smile a bit fiercely as the craftsman went on to say they'd tried to help it before. "Well, I haven't tried before." There wasn't pride in the healer's voice so much as confidence in his own abilities.
As the other man stared intently at the vase, the Launceleyn glanced at it as well. As he watched, the flower inside wilted, dying before his eyes. "Ah. Life drain?" He pressed his lips together, though his expression was thoughtful.
"Do you mind if I try anyway? I promise I'll stop if you become uncomfortable." However, if Glas gave permission, Loren would reach out a hand and lay it on the craftsman's own. With that link, the healer would send healing magic through the other man. While the Launceleyn knew it probably wouldn't work, he hadn't tried in a while, and he was a lot, lot stronger than he'd been before.
However, he couldn't help but smile a bit fiercely as the craftsman went on to say they'd tried to help it before. "Well, I haven't tried before." There wasn't pride in the healer's voice so much as confidence in his own abilities.
As the other man stared intently at the vase, the Launceleyn glanced at it as well. As he watched, the flower inside wilted, dying before his eyes. "Ah. Life drain?" He pressed his lips together, though his expression was thoughtful.
"Do you mind if I try anyway? I promise I'll stop if you become uncomfortable." However, if Glas gave permission, Loren would reach out a hand and lay it on the craftsman's own. With that link, the healer would send healing magic through the other man. While the Launceleyn knew it probably wouldn't work, he hadn't tried in a while, and he was a lot, lot stronger than he'd been before.
LOREN
