LOREN
Loren eyes dipped to the soup then back to Phoebe. ”You’re not going to offend me by refusing my gift now, are you?” As he waited for her to begin eating, he lowered ingredients, tools, and half-made medicines, finishing as many of them as he knew how. It was a surprising amount: he’d spent a decent amount of what little spare time in the Medical College’s library, seeing as there weren’t classes for him to attend, and many of those texts covered herbal remedies.
Listening to the midwife’s explanation, he took a spoonful of his own soup as he processed the words. "Is this really what you want?" His eyes searched her features.
Listening to the midwife’s explanation, he took a spoonful of his own soup as he processed the words. "Is this really what you want?" His eyes searched her features.
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
