Love mends even the broken parts
Astra shook her coat at Amun’s pat, before giving the other man one last happy look and returning to the Launceleyn’s side. Instinctively, his hand reached out to bury itself in the fur behind her ears. Scratching idly, the happy sounds she was making quite familiar to him, Loren considered Amun’s question carefully. Of course, there wasn't any reason to lie. Or at least, not any good reason. ”I needed some solitude. And the underground is peaceful, so long as you avoid the dangers.” The summoner figured it would be worth warning Amun about those if the other man wasn’t already aware. On that note. ”What brings you down here?” Turnabout was fair play.
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