the opposite of war isn't peace

whatever comes, let it come

what stays, let it stay

Feeling more like a doorman than the Grand Healer, Loren found himself once again fetched when a visitor came to the Palace. At this point, he was seriously considering just staying near the front doors and relocating the infirmary. Nodding at the guards as he passed, he opened the door to the sitting.

And immediately stopped right in the doorway, hand still on the doorknob. "Wessex." Voice flat, he stared steadily at Wessex without moving from where he stood. "What brings you to Halo?" His tone was almost chilly, but it was polite enough. And his expression was very carefully neutral, though it would be hard to totally hide his dislike of her.

what goes, let go

LOREN