tear me to pieces, skin to bone

Loren waved away Korbin's apology. "No need to apologize. You didn't do anything but speak your mind, and I can't fault you for that." And if the healer's expression grew tight and sorrowful for a moment, well, there was a lot to be sad about other than a friendship that had never really gotten off the ground. Nodding, he patted Astra one last time. "I imagine I'll be seeing you around." With that, he turned to go. His destination was the former living quarters. Once he arrived, he knelt in the snow and began digging, combing through the ruins. He wanted to see if there was anything left of Jace's in the rubble; there'd be no body, and no one else to mourn Loren's nephew, but the healer needed to give Jace a proper send-off, if only for Loren's own peace of mind. It wouldn't be the first time he'd burned belongings in lieu of a body, and he was deathly afraid it wouldn't be the last. LOREN Not quite an open book