Don't put your happiness in other people's hands
The sidelong glance Korbin gave him was thoughtful. Loren's words rather conflicted with the way he was acting - he didn't look like someone who had that lesson down - but he was in no mood to argue, and left the statement unchallenged. Chalked it up to grief being grief, and left it at that.
"If Weaver hasn't thought about it already, I'll mention it to her," Korbin offered. "I don't doubt Morgan would appreciate her soldiers being given the honor they deserve. I'll see what wood we can spare; they should be properly burned, at the very least. And may they burn brightly."
Taking a step back, he watched the ice take shape as Loren wielded it. The figure was rudimentary, to his eyes, lacking artistic flair... but the message came across. He nodded quiet approval.
"Maybe their names can be carved at the base?" he suggested.
"If Weaver hasn't thought about it already, I'll mention it to her," Korbin offered. "I don't doubt Morgan would appreciate her soldiers being given the honor they deserve. I'll see what wood we can spare; they should be properly burned, at the very least. And may they burn brightly."
Taking a step back, he watched the ice take shape as Loren wielded it. The figure was rudimentary, to his eyes, lacking artistic flair... but the message came across. He nodded quiet approval.
"Maybe their names can be carved at the base?" he suggested.
They'll drop it
KORBIN
