The white sheep of the family
Loren waved a hand vaguely and distractedly. ”I can heal it.” Then he went to bite his lip, stopped, frowned, and started drumming his fingers on the desk instead. For a long moment he was silent, then he sighed. "I um..." His voice trailed off before he squeezed his eyes shut and took a deep, shuddering breath. When he opened them, he raised his eyes so he was staring right at Remi. "It ah, it wasn't just Abasi." His words were incredibly quiet, and his face was etched with embarrassment
"I went to uh, Frey. And they...it doesn't...alright yes, yes it does." Sighing again, his fingers picked up their pace. "They said the only way to get over you was to um, enjoy myself." His tone came out apologetically and cautiously. "So I, I, um after the Rathskellar, I got drunk and ah, Sunjata and Lusea were there, and uh, one thing lead to another." Hanging his head, the summoner held his breath.
"I went to uh, Frey. And they...it doesn't...alright yes, yes it does." Sighing again, his fingers picked up their pace. "They said the only way to get over you was to um, enjoy myself." His tone came out apologetically and cautiously. "So I, I, um after the Rathskellar, I got drunk and ah, Sunjata and Lusea were there, and uh, one thing lead to another." Hanging his head, the summoner held his breath.
Will blood tell
