FLORidA is one hell of a drug

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving Huffing an emphatic mmhm, because it absolutely doesn't, Ronin carefully tucks a lock of Flora's hair behind her ear. His fingers could braid it too, if she wanted, having learned on darker locks and a daughter much, much younger than she is now, and for a small and distant moment, he wonders whether she and Aoife would have gone off on adventures together, or if things would feel different if Enzo were still here. Blinking away his thoughts, at least of all the questions he's been asked today, Flora's next one is easy. "I promise," he tells her with a grin. "I ruled the Grounds once. And Stormbreak - and I helped rule this place for a while. You're doing great, take it from an expert." Winking and shifting a little as she sits herself up, now it's right back to out of his depth again apparently. "A what now?" he blurts, before shaking his head. "No, I don't want to know," he decides. "Either way, there's always somewhere to go. A change of scenery might do you good. Just have a think about it, yeah? And uh, if Koa goes missing again, it wasn't The Family, but we never had that conversation."