The white sheep of the family
Snorting, Loren just shook his head. "One of the many downsides of being related to Neron." Still, he grinned at Weaver.
"That he did." Scratching the back of his head sheepishly, he bit his lip. "I um, well...he might owe me a, ah, a life debt." Expression guilty, he gave her an apologetic look.
Tapping his fingers against the counter he finally sighed. "Want my unsolicited advice?" He continued without actually waiting for her response. "Get some help at the bar. Mostly, he feels like if he strikes his own path, he'll be abandoning you, and for some reason doesn't think you can run it alone." Then his tone and expression both softened. "I know. And I think all this needs is time and a little bit of patience."
Rolling his eyes at her, now it was his turn to flick his rag at her. "You spy speak confirmed it. Don't make me actually drag the answer out of you." He waggled his fingers at her suggestively. Simply nodding again at the spymaster comment, he smiled.
Raising his eyebrows, he shook his head. "Not especially. Captain Aristomache is not a Launceleyn, and the High Priestess, Ingrid, who has been scarce of late isn't one either." However, he couldn't help but nod and concede defeat. "Hence me trying to reach outside the family for new council members."
Running a hand through his hair, he found he couldn't quite meet her gaze. "It is a bullshit political answer. But the real answer is not mine to tell." He took a deep breath and finally met her eyes. "You and the rest of Halo will have to ask him yourself." And Neron would have to answer for that, in more ways than one.
"That he did." Scratching the back of his head sheepishly, he bit his lip. "I um, well...he might owe me a, ah, a life debt." Expression guilty, he gave her an apologetic look.
Tapping his fingers against the counter he finally sighed. "Want my unsolicited advice?" He continued without actually waiting for her response. "Get some help at the bar. Mostly, he feels like if he strikes his own path, he'll be abandoning you, and for some reason doesn't think you can run it alone." Then his tone and expression both softened. "I know. And I think all this needs is time and a little bit of patience."
Rolling his eyes at her, now it was his turn to flick his rag at her. "You spy speak confirmed it. Don't make me actually drag the answer out of you." He waggled his fingers at her suggestively. Simply nodding again at the spymaster comment, he smiled.
Raising his eyebrows, he shook his head. "Not especially. Captain Aristomache is not a Launceleyn, and the High Priestess, Ingrid, who has been scarce of late isn't one either." However, he couldn't help but nod and concede defeat. "Hence me trying to reach outside the family for new council members."
Running a hand through his hair, he found he couldn't quite meet her gaze. "It is a bullshit political answer. But the real answer is not mine to tell." He took a deep breath and finally met her eyes. "You and the rest of Halo will have to ask him yourself." And Neron would have to answer for that, in more ways than one.
Will blood tell
