LOREN
At Phoebe’s voice, Loren entered, still juggling his bundle. He took in the room at a glance, seeing the text, the medicines both made and in preparation, and her own disheveled and defeated appearance. The door closed softly behind him as he stepped forward, setting his offering on the table. ”I brought soup.” Unwrapping it, he’d reveal a covered container, a serving spoon, as well as two bowls and two regular spoons.
He didn't say anything further than that, just moved so he could see the text and the medicine she was working on. Recognizing the current cure, he wordlessly fetched the next ingredient, holding it out for her.
He didn't say anything further than that, just moved so he could see the text and the medicine she was working on. Recognizing the current cure, he wordlessly fetched the next ingredient, holding it out for her.
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
