LOREN
As Phoebe grew excited about cells, of all things, Loren simply quietly ate the last of his pie. If he’d been capable of checking in with himself in that moment, he might’ve even admitted that this was the most pleasant experience he’d had since...well. That was not a thought he wanted to follow to its logical conclusion, so he banished it and focused instead on the pages before him and the healer’s explanations. Commenting on the fluid and the blight seemed unwise, all things considered, so when she paused to show the different types of hair cells, he reached out and flipped between the images, comparing them. ”Interesting. Any idea why or how they’re all different?” Presumably it had something to do with their different functions, but he wasn’t an expert, obviously, since no one but the gods were an expert on this.
With the information at his fingertips he was distracted and wasn’t paying as much attention to what he was saying. ”It’s not strange at all, it’s interesting. And never apologize for being passionate about something.” It was a bad habit he had as well, so he recognized it in Phoebe.
With the information at his fingertips he was distracted and wasn’t paying as much attention to what he was saying. ”It’s not strange at all, it’s interesting. And never apologize for being passionate about something.” It was a bad habit he had as well, so he recognized it in Phoebe.
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
