NERON
the hailstorm
His hand slipped from Loren’s shoulder as the healer pulled his knees to his chest, Neron sighing out a breath that didn’t cloud the air before them. He watched his brother for a moment, the guard escorting him a dark silhouette in the background of the cellar steps, and when he spoke his voice was low and quiet, as though for Loren’s ears only.
”She is,” he agreed, not attempting to sugar coat it. ”But those she cared about are still here. People still need help. They still need to rebuild. She wouldn’t have wanted you lurking about down here, hiding away and drinking yourself into oblivion. Would she?”
”She is,” he agreed, not attempting to sugar coat it. ”But those she cared about are still here. People still need help. They still need to rebuild. She wouldn’t have wanted you lurking about down here, hiding away and drinking yourself into oblivion. Would she?”
