Sighing, Loren ran a hand through his hair. He didn't answer Maea for a long while. When he did, it came out in a barely audible whisper. "I asked for Frey's help with something. They agreed, though asked me to...bring them a few things, do a few things in exchange." He bit his lip, more than a bit embarrassed to be revealing this. "So I did what I thought I was supposed to. I screwed up, though, and misunderstood what they were asking me. Thankfully, they weren't mad, and gave me another chance." He closed his eyes, and took a deep breath. "But they told me I was dull, as if my mourning was an affront to them." It came out with an exhausted and confused tone. LOREN Not quite an open book |
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