it might've been a nightmare

a thousand faces staring at me, a thousand times i've fallen

There’s another slight nod given to Loren before the whole ordeal falls though, and when it does and Loren stands from the chair, Glas nears his own cup of tea again – consistently glancing toward the space that the unicorn had recently been, before he bites down on the inside of his cheek hard. Loren returns, and Glas shifts his gaze toward the summoner’s hands as he places the powder down on the table in front of him.

For a moment he simply stares at it, awkwardly choosing to decide whether or not he wants to take them – or if his parents would even let him attempt to take an option of healing from this Outlander. Ah well, at the very least he can claim that he did try it and saw if it worked or not. Trembling hands reach out and take the tea and the powder, moving it to the bag with the rest of the supplies that Loren offered earlier. “Okay.” He says quietly, gnawing momentarily on the inside of his cheek again before something hits him.

And he looks up, actually looking up, with bright green eyes to Loren’s own blues, his blonde brows furrowed. “Why…?” He asks, wanting the answer. Why would Loren go through all of this trouble to help him when it didn’t matter in the end?

a thousand voices dead at my feet

GLAS