LOREN
Seeing as Loren's back was to Neron, the healer was totally unprepared for his older brother to swat the Firebrand aside. Stepping away, he watched the Hailstorm for a moment. Then Loren moved onto a smaller bag with some treats for Astra. "I guess I did," he replied with a sigh.
Chuckling dutifully at Neron's not a joke, the healer shrugged. "I seem to land in hot water no matter how cold the temperature." It was his obligatory terrible joke in response. He smiled, though it didn't reach his eyes.
Head snapping up at his brother's offer, the Firebrand's jaw dropped. "You want to get a drink with me?" Rubbing the back of his head, he looked down, scuffing at the floor a bit. "Uh, sure. I mean, yes I'd like that." His cheeks flushed a bit and it definitely wasn't from the cold.
Chuckling dutifully at Neron's not a joke, the healer shrugged. "I seem to land in hot water no matter how cold the temperature." It was his obligatory terrible joke in response. He smiled, though it didn't reach his eyes.
Head snapping up at his brother's offer, the Firebrand's jaw dropped. "You want to get a drink with me?" Rubbing the back of his head, he looked down, scuffing at the floor a bit. "Uh, sure. I mean, yes I'd like that." His cheeks flushed a bit and it definitely wasn't from the cold.
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
