I'm still undone, not quite young
"...You're not standing." Sam said quietly, frown on his face saying that he himself was doubting the fact now that Loren had put sufficient question in his mind. He looked up and down Loren, trying to make sure they were in fact still sat down; it appeared they were, so he nodded, confirming his statement.
Not holding on too hard, Sam was easily knocked off of Loren's arm, tilting his head in further confusion. "We aren't? I am. I think. Do you think your healing magic will work on me?" Possibly with too much enthusiasm he threw his arm out in front of Loren, nearly punching Astra in the face, waiting to be healed. "If you're not sick you should look after me." As his hair was ruffled he didn't argue, but he did duck his head down a little, frowning.
"The Voice didn't lie. When did I say she lied? She doesn't lie." Seeming annoyed that Loren would suggest it, he shook his arm, demanding healing.
Not holding on too hard, Sam was easily knocked off of Loren's arm, tilting his head in further confusion. "We aren't? I am. I think. Do you think your healing magic will work on me?" Possibly with too much enthusiasm he threw his arm out in front of Loren, nearly punching Astra in the face, waiting to be healed. "If you're not sick you should look after me." As his hair was ruffled he didn't argue, but he did duck his head down a little, frowning.
"The Voice didn't lie. When did I say she lied? She doesn't lie." Seeming annoyed that Loren would suggest it, he shook his arm, demanding healing.
Cross my heart, now I hope to die
SAM
