The white sheep of the family
Loren nodded immediately and without hesitation. "Of course." Giving Weaver an almost abashed smile, he ran a hand through his hair. His expression grew more serious as she explained that the life debt was indeed a custom, confirming what Korbin had told the healer. "Understood."
Actually looking more relaxed now, he gave her a wry look. "Please don't tell me everyone I heal or protect is going to start offering me a life debt now. Big deal or not, I really was just doing my job." However, he knew better than to refuse them now.
Nodding a bit, he smiled faintly. "Family can be tough." His tone indicated just how much of an understatement that was. "I might have mentioned that his company was probably all you really wanted, but I'm not sure he believed me." He shrugged, hoping she wouldn't mind the interference.
As she asked how he'd get any information from her, he just grinned. Turning, he wrapped his hands in cloth and pulled the second set of scones out of the oven. Then he held them above his head. "By denying you your treats." He spoke gravely, as if he was actually punishing her, though his eyes crinkled with amusement.
Nodding again in acknowledgment of her math, he sighed. "I'm not denying that. I'm just saying that it's his place to tell you, not mine." Then he shrugged. "And as you can see, I'm trying to balance out the ratio a bit."
Actually looking more relaxed now, he gave her a wry look. "Please don't tell me everyone I heal or protect is going to start offering me a life debt now. Big deal or not, I really was just doing my job." However, he knew better than to refuse them now.
Nodding a bit, he smiled faintly. "Family can be tough." His tone indicated just how much of an understatement that was. "I might have mentioned that his company was probably all you really wanted, but I'm not sure he believed me." He shrugged, hoping she wouldn't mind the interference.
As she asked how he'd get any information from her, he just grinned. Turning, he wrapped his hands in cloth and pulled the second set of scones out of the oven. Then he held them above his head. "By denying you your treats." He spoke gravely, as if he was actually punishing her, though his eyes crinkled with amusement.
Nodding again in acknowledgment of her math, he sighed. "I'm not denying that. I'm just saying that it's his place to tell you, not mine." Then he shrugged. "And as you can see, I'm trying to balance out the ratio a bit."
Will blood tell
