whatever comes, let it come
what stays, let it stay
"Coolllll," Loren breathed out, grinning at Deimos. Stepping forward, the healer inspected the cloak. Slipping a hand into a pocket, he pulled out his glasses and slid them on his nose. The boulder appeared (presumably) and he nodded, putting the glasses away again and returning the cloak to its invisible state. "Very useful."Chuckling at the general's comment about the council meeting, the Firebrand nodded. "Alright, so sometimes more heads aren't better. But I still should've been more forthcoming." Sighing, he rolled his shoulders, trying to get rid of the tension discussing this topic brought up.
Pressing his lips together at the Sword's assessment, Loren ran a hand through his hair. "Rest, meditate, and catch up with friends." Not necessarily in that order, but it was the plan. Of course, his plans never worked out but he did his best not to think about that.
what goes, let go
LOREN
