whatever comes, let it come
what stays, let it stay
Deimos' silence was always impossible to gauge, so Loren didn't bother to try. Instead, he just watched the general's movements as he wrapped the gift in his cloak. Shrugging at the Sword's question, the healer rubbed his eyes. "Yes and no." Dropping his hand, he bit his lip.The words came out slowly and his brow was furrowed as he replied. "I'd probably make sure more people knew what I knew next time. Not that I intended to keep it to myself I just...between the illness and the rush to find the lilies it slipped my mind that I hadn't explicitly told the Warden. And you. For instance." He sighed, shaking his head.
what goes, let go
LOREN
