whatever comes, let it come
what stays, let it stay
As the stranger appeared, Astra gave an anxious bleat. Turning, she trotted back to Loren. His luxere companion pressed herself against his back, peering out at the other man. For his part, the healer just took a swig from his flask. He gave the stranger an appraising look, one that tried to determine if the other man was friend, foe, fuck, or, as was increasingly common for the healer these days, option D, all of the above. The Launceleyn’s eyes lingered on the dirt on the stranger’s skin before returning to the other man’s face. ”Hello there.” Loren cocked his head to one side. Then he fished out a second flask from his pocket, one that was also filled with rum.
He held it out to the other man. ”You look like you could use this more than I do.” There was something darkly amused about the heater’s voice.
what goes, let go
LOREN
