never seen that color blue

Loren couldn't quite meet Sam's gaze. "Do I?" Sighing the healer took a sip of his tea. "Sorry. Bad habit." Picking up the pastry, he just stared at it for a while. "It's hard to think that I deserve good things after...all the bad things I've done. After all the good people who died while I survived." That admission came out in a pained whisper. Then he took a deep and steadying. "But I'm learning to accept that...I don't really get to decide that." Giving the bookmaker a rueful smile, the Launceleyn finally took an actual bite of the food. Brow furrowing, he looked at the wall that the gourds had seemingly attacked. "Strange. Did anything change between this Leafchange and last? I wasn't, um, really here last Leafchange." LOREN Not quite an open book