We Call It History

Loren

You gotta go after the things you want
While you're still in your prime

Taking the kettle off the stove, Loren poured two cups. He put both cups on a tray, along with some honey and cream. Bringing the tray over to his workstation, he added honey to his and curled his fingers around it. If Sunjata took the other cup, he'd find that it was chamomile.

The healer took a sip from his own cup. Holding it in both hands, he frowned. "Required for what? The Voice explicitly told you the metal was needed to make a cure for the Ascended?' He looked back and forth between Nate and the Arbiter, since they were dancing around the issue.

Stilling as Sunjata's thoughts filtered into the Firebrand's mind, he didn't look at the Arbiter. Instead, Loren took another sip. It won't come to that. I promise.

Sighing, he set his cup down on the table. "Yes, Neron is Ascended. Yes, he's sick. Yes, I want him cured." Looking at the Ascended, the healer did his best to muster a reassuring smile, though it didn't reach his eyes.

Biting his lip, he drummed his fingers against his thigh. "Look, I'm still working on the cure that I discovered. And there's a chance the metal might be necessary for it or can be incorporated into it." Pausing, he added, "If it doesn't work though, I will take the metal to the Voice myself."

He took a deep breath. "If you want to help, we need people to collect lilies from Frey's Breath. And probably something to attract Tanau, since he's the ultimate source of the illness." Rubbing his temples, fur rippled along his arms.

There's a fine, fine line between love
And a waste of time