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Listening to Korbin, Loren's lips twitched with amusement. "Except me." However, he really wasn't bothered by the hunter's reluctance to help the healer. For a long moment, he remained quiet after that. Well, verbally at least: he hummed thoughtfully as he processed what the other man had told him. Finally, the Launceleyn met Korbin's gaze. "Are the facts that people won't pay you and that Weaver needs help the only things stopping you from pursuing your music?" Somehow, Loren doubted it, but he was willing to humor the hunter's framework if that's what it took. The healer drummed his fingers against his thigh for a bit. Then he sighed. "I used to like to read. But then I became too busy for it. Or at least, that's what I told myself." LOREN Not quite an open book