growing roses in the disarray

The white sheep of the family

As Maea mentioned she might need an appointment, Loren slowed and eventually stopped. He gave her a visual inspection, sweeping his eyes over her for any sign of injury or illness. Nothing immediately jumped out to him, so he returned his gaze to her face. "Not a favor, since it's my job to make sure everyone's healthy." Surprisingly, he had revived somewhat, eyes sharper and more focused even if they weren't happier.

Crossing his arms, he continued to regard her. "What's going on?" There was an intensity to both the question and the stare, one that hopefully communicated nicely that the tour wouldn't be continuing until she revealed what was wrong with her.

Will blood tell

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