LOREN
Snorting, Loren just shook his head. "That makes one of us." He was suddenly hit with a wave of exhaustion and he slumped.
As Maea continued speaking, though, he glanced at her. "Even if I don't deserve it?" As she released his hand, he rubbed it awkwardly.
Sighing, he stood up. Glancing one last time at the horizon, and at the ground below, he finally turned his back to both. "I've looked worse too." Running another bloody hand through his already dirty hair, he sighed, then shrugged. "I'll grab some food. But...you don't need to keep an eye on me. I'm not going to..." Letting his voice trail off, he waved a hand vaguely.
As Maea continued speaking, though, he glanced at her. "Even if I don't deserve it?" As she released his hand, he rubbed it awkwardly.
Sighing, he stood up. Glancing one last time at the horizon, and at the ground below, he finally turned his back to both. "I've looked worse too." Running another bloody hand through his already dirty hair, he sighed, then shrugged. "I'll grab some food. But...you don't need to keep an eye on me. I'm not going to..." Letting his voice trail off, he waved a hand vaguely.
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
