whatever comes, let it come
what stays, let it stay
With a face that clearly said Morgan needed to make time for this, that she was being a baby, and that, as a healer, his feelings on the matter superseded hers, Loren took the wrist she offered. He turned it over so his fingers could find her pulse. It took him a few adjustments until he found the beat. When he did, he began to count.Releasing her, he stepped back with a frown. "It's weaker than I would like. Were you injured recently? Have there been any changes in your sleep or diet? Has there been an undue amount of stress or any recent changes in your life?" As he rattled off the question, he pulled a journal and some charcoal from his cloak.
"His name was Finn Rosencrantz. Dark hair, slightly taller than me. Wore glasses. Features bore a shocking resemblance to Remi." Biting his lip, his brow furrowed. He tapped a foot as well.
what goes, let go
LOREN
