LOREN
Loren gave Neron a sad smile. "I used to be good at masks." Shrugging, the healer ran a hand through his hair. "Still am, if I'm being honest." He sighed. "I'm just trying to be more honest these days. With myself and everyone else." Letting out a humorless laugh, his expression grew wry.
Nodding slowly at his brother's response, Loren felt feathers ruffling their way through his hair. It was a sign of how exhausted he was that he didn't have better control of his shifts. "I'll let you handle her. But only because I know that you a more than a match for her." Reaching over, he laid his hand over Neron's, drawing comfort from the touch and trying to convey some as well.
Nodding slowly at his brother's response, Loren felt feathers ruffling their way through his hair. It was a sign of how exhausted he was that he didn't have better control of his shifts. "I'll let you handle her. But only because I know that you a more than a match for her." Reaching over, he laid his hand over Neron's, drawing comfort from the touch and trying to convey some as well.
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.