whatever comes, let it come
what stays, let it stay
Frowning, Loren swept his gaze over her again. He drummed his fingers on her desk. "The circles and the paleness could be exhaustion and stress, but that doesn't explain the clamminess or the weak heartbeat." Standing up straight, he clasped his hands behind his back. "With your permission, I'd like to conduct a physical exam." He met her gaze squarely, eyes narrowing slightly.Biting his lip, he shrugged. "He came here to ask me a bunch of questions about my trip to the lightning storms. Mostly, he wanted to know why they were dissipating." Sighing, he spread his hands. "I told him that it was likely because Rae had determined they had served their purpose."
what goes, let go
LOREN
