Love mends even the broken parts
Nodding at Morgan's words, Loren felt exhaustion beginning to steal upon him. Shoulder slouching somewhat, he moved to lean against the nearest wall. "Once you do, I can accompany them and show them the tunnels we took. Careful, though, a tunnel collapsed and we got attacked by giant rats." Reaching up, he rubbed his temples, wincing as the scarred skin of his hands rubbed against the scarred skin of his face.
Lowering his hand, his brow furrowed in concentration. "Two days. I'll need two days at least to recover. And probably no more than a week." However, his voice was far from certain.
Hesitating for just a moment, he rubbed one hand up and down his arm. Posture awkward, he spoke in a slow and careful tone. "Depends what you consider important." Not quite able to meet her gaze, he felt his cheeks color with embarrassment. "I was mourning. Weaver and I were involved before..." His voice choked off for a moment and he bowed his head.
Taking a deep breath, he forced himself to meet the Warden's gaze. "But I am still willing to serve if you're still willing to have me." His expression and tone were both hopeful.
Lowering his hand, his brow furrowed in concentration. "Two days. I'll need two days at least to recover. And probably no more than a week." However, his voice was far from certain.
Hesitating for just a moment, he rubbed one hand up and down his arm. Posture awkward, he spoke in a slow and careful tone. "Depends what you consider important." Not quite able to meet her gaze, he felt his cheeks color with embarrassment. "I was mourning. Weaver and I were involved before..." His voice choked off for a moment and he bowed his head.
Taking a deep breath, he forced himself to meet the Warden's gaze. "But I am still willing to serve if you're still willing to have me." His expression and tone were both hopeful.
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