Love mends even the broken parts
Loren nodded. ”I am a hybrid, yes.” Still speaking softly, he smiled sadly. "Astra is very clever, yes. And I'm sorry that I might have ruined your, uh, data. If you'd like to redo it, I'd be happy to participate again." The words were stiffly polite, and the summoner's posture was awkward.
As Oia'i'o mentioned she was also there to capture the sun, the Launceleyn gripped the basket more tightly in both hands. "Ah. I see. Me too." Glancing at her briefly, he went back to staring out across the Hollowed Ground. "I didn't mean to interrupt you. I can leave if you'd prefer." With that, he reached up to swipe the basket across the sun, though the motion was rather unenthusiastic.
As Oia'i'o mentioned she was also there to capture the sun, the Launceleyn gripped the basket more tightly in both hands. "Ah. I see. Me too." Glancing at her briefly, he went back to staring out across the Hollowed Ground. "I didn't mean to interrupt you. I can leave if you'd prefer." With that, he reached up to swipe the basket across the sun, though the motion was rather unenthusiastic.
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