whatever comes, let it come
what stays, let it stay
Loren's own healing magic was already at work, but the cool breeze from the being they'd freed was more than welcome. Standing up, the healer felt the pain recede. The physical pain, at least: Kiada's death finally hit him, and he closed his eyes and mumbled a silent prayer to Mort that she would rest peacefully in his realm.Opening his eyes, he staggered to Hotaru, Wessex, and Amalia, placing his still burned hands on each of the woman's shoulders in turn. "I'm sorry as well." His throat was hoarse from the screaming and the fire, but he too meant it.
Turning back to Tanau, Loren bowed his head. "You're welcome. And thank you for the water, and the blessing." Despite his heartbreak at the death of his companion, he managed to lace the words with gratitude. Tucking the water away in his bag, he frowned, before tucking the shard away as well. He had many questions, but he wanted to get away from this desolate and deadly land and back home.
what goes, let go
LOREN
