[PQ] color of rust

That strange man Josh arrived after Loren did, so the healer gave the newcomer a nod. As Weaver approached, the Launceleyn reached up to clasp the hand she put on his shoulder. "How are you holding up?" He'd seen the notice, of course, and while his own grief was raw, he wasn't blind to the sorrows of others. That included Sunjata, who showed up last. As Deimos laid out the tasks, Loren stayed quiet. Not missing the tension between the General and the bartender, the healer followed after Sunjata. "I'll work on the bats and rats as well." There was little the Launceleyn could do about the bats, but he compelled the rats to leave (and he did his best with the bats as well). He also sent a thought just for the bartender's mind. Hey. How're you doing? There was something wary about Loren's words, but also a great deal of concern for his friend, as well as the ever present depression below that. Loren works on the bats and rats. He compels the rats (and hopefully the bats) to leave LOREN Not quite an open book