LOREN
Although Loren hadn’t heard or seen Beatrix in a while, not since he’d convinced her to come home, really, his half-sister’s voice was unmistakable. Perhaps it had something to do with the fact that he had yet to hear anything but a critical word from her. Still, she was a child, and he was tired of fighting, so instead of a spark of anger as he might’ve felt once upon a time, he just felt a wave of exhaustion course through him. Besides, he didn't really care what he looked like, not anymore. ”No. And I haven’t been sleeping.” That was true enough, and it was better than saying he hadn’t been eating as well. The kettle started the telltale whistle and he took it off the stove and placed it on a cooler piece of metal nearby. ”Do you want some tea? And can I make you anything? Bread, eggs? Or I could heat up some leftovers.” There were other dishes, but the summoner wasn’t sure he was capable of anything too complicated in his current state.
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
