LOREN
As they walked, Loren just stared at Delphia. "Are we friends?" There wasn't an accusation or anger behind the question. Indeed, there wasn't much of anything there: after the initial outburst, his emotions had faded to a dull emptiness once again.
That didn't mean he wasn't listening. Nor did it help him to understand what the demi-god needed. ”Mort asked you to collect rocks, and you need my...talents? You need my talents to help you do it.” The healer's confusion was evident, though he wasn't bothered or curious, simply seeking clarification.
He shrugged. "Alright. But I'd like your help with something as well then." Again, the words came out quietly without much inflection.
That didn't mean he wasn't listening. Nor did it help him to understand what the demi-god needed. ”Mort asked you to collect rocks, and you need my...talents? You need my talents to help you do it.” The healer's confusion was evident, though he wasn't bothered or curious, simply seeking clarification.
He shrugged. "Alright. But I'd like your help with something as well then." Again, the words came out quietly without much inflection.
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
