whatever comes, let it come
what stays, let it stay
Nodding at Morgan's admittedly graceful response, Loren's eyes narrowed slightly. "Do you doubt my abilities as Grand Healer?" There was a slightly challenging edge to his voice.However, he found himself nodding again. "I am aware. Which is why I am striving to do everything within my power to prove myself to those who were born he." He smiled faintly. "Including you."
Taking a deep breath, he glanced once more at the memorial for her father. "I'll be in touch about the kits and the trainings. In the meantime, if there's anything else I can assist you with, please let me know." The healer saluted. Then, in a much softer voice he added, "I'm sorry, once again, about your father's fate."
With that, unless she had anything to add, he'd take his leave of her.
what goes, let go
LOREN
