They say blood makes you related but
loyalty makes you family
Nodding at Amalia's explanation, Loren dug into the stew. As he did, the monkey painting took out some red paint. It painted luscious, full, lips onto the wood.
Once that was done, all three monkeys grabbed some glue. They used it to affix the mask to the cloth, then stepped back. The healer examined their work. Smiling at it, he dismissed them with a mental flick. They disappeared, leaving the odd bundle of fabric and wood behind to dry and settle.
Looking back at the Shield, he chewed over her words (and over some bread he dipped into the stew). Finally, he inclined his head. "It's okay. I'm not upset or angry. We all made some mistakes, mostly me,but you're right, all's well." He let out a huff of laughter though it cut off as he examined her for signs of illness or injury. "You are well, right? I...didn't see you take the cure from the Voice."
Once that was done, all three monkeys grabbed some glue. They used it to affix the mask to the cloth, then stepped back. The healer examined their work. Smiling at it, he dismissed them with a mental flick. They disappeared, leaving the odd bundle of fabric and wood behind to dry and settle.
Looking back at the Shield, he chewed over her words (and over some bread he dipped into the stew). Finally, he inclined his head. "It's okay. I'm not upset or angry. We all made some mistakes, mostly me,but you're right, all's well." He let out a huff of laughter though it cut off as he examined her for signs of illness or injury. "You are well, right? I...didn't see you take the cure from the Voice."
LOREN
