whatever comes, let it come
what stays, let it stay
Loren narrowed his eyes at Morgan. "Your skin is pale and clammy looking and there are deeper circles under your eyes than usual, which are the signs of any number of disorders. Although you might feel alright, I'd prefer to let the healer determine whether or not you are healthy." With that, his fingers twitched again. "Wrist. Pulse. Let me do my job."Shrugging at her questions, he sighed. His eyes still trailed over her, looking for additional issues he might've missed. "He said it was ancient, existing since the last war. I got the sense that they were both well-organized and had plans in motion already, but that's mostly speculation."
what goes, let go
LOREN
