KORBIN
Remember when I swore
That you and I would never die
That you and I would never die
The look she gave him made Korbin laugh, a breathless chuckle that shattered his grim look like so much ice. Of course she wouldn't see it that way. Probably because so many of the fights she were in could be solved that way. But right now, his issues started and ended with himself, and he couldn't punch his way out of that. When you came right down to it, Loren had done nothing wrong. He was just a trigger, a target, and Korbin could throw fists at the man for days and weeks, and it would not get them anywhere. He would still be seething internally at the end of the day, and only add sore knuckles and even more guilt and frustration to the tally.
"I know," he replied, smiled and shrugged lightly to say she didn't need to agree, and turned back to the work. He got to his feet, found the string and the frame they normally used to stretch leather on, and followed after Weaver with the thread, pulling it through the leather and simply winding it loosely around the frame for now. Once it was all ready, he would help her stretch it little by little, until the hide was evenly spread out and no side had more tension to it than any other.
It had been a while since he worked leather. Usually it was easier to trade raw hides to the tanner for finished ones, but Korbin was reminded now that he rather enjoyed the process. Smelly and dirty work though it was, there was something satisfying about following a product from beginning to end, and know every inch of it in detail. Maybe he would try something else later... he needed a new coat anyway, and if this silence remained, he would have to find some other hobby to pass the time with beside the lute.
"I know," he replied, smiled and shrugged lightly to say she didn't need to agree, and turned back to the work. He got to his feet, found the string and the frame they normally used to stretch leather on, and followed after Weaver with the thread, pulling it through the leather and simply winding it loosely around the frame for now. Once it was all ready, he would help her stretch it little by little, until the hide was evenly spread out and no side had more tension to it than any other.
It had been a while since he worked leather. Usually it was easier to trade raw hides to the tanner for finished ones, but Korbin was reminded now that he rather enjoyed the process. Smelly and dirty work though it was, there was something satisfying about following a product from beginning to end, and know every inch of it in detail. Maybe he would try something else later... he needed a new coat anyway, and if this silence remained, he would have to find some other hobby to pass the time with beside the lute.
Remember when you swore
we had it all?
we had it all?
