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Ronin lifted his mug in thanks as Remi refilled it, the hunter sipping at the drink and settling in to listen as the alchemist spoke about this 'something else'. The mention of Celosia had him arching an eyebrow - Ronin had met the former duchess, but hearing that she had been... praying? That was odd in itself, for Ronin had not realised that many in Northwind were of the religious ilk. Heck, he was only really dipping his toe into those waters now (and thankfully they seemed to be sweet, if his encounter with Safrin was anything to go by). Thinking better of taking another drink - and thanking himself when he heard Remi out - Ronin raised his eyebrows as he heard the tale of the alchemist's second encounter with a deity. Phoebe Steadman had been there too? He remembered the young midwife, for she had taken care of him in the infirmary after the fight with the Spire Demon. Not having realised he'd been holding his breath, Ronin exhaled deeply and shook his head to Remi. There were no words for that, but thank goodness no one had actually been forced into anything... "Wait," he blurted, "what do you mean you haven't gotten to it yet? There's more?" Now Ronin joined the other man and took a healthy swallow of his drink. He shrugged off the comment about his shoulder - an easily done thing when he considered what else Remi had to say. Ronin looked delighted for just a second - he was more than a little tipsy now as well, and how couldn't he be happy that Remi had fallen in love with someone? - before the reality of what the other man was saying sank in. "You don't feel anything...?" He shook his head, glancing away. "And here I am celebrating Vanya and I," he muttered. "That's... I don't know what to say, Remi. Does she know? That you were in love, I mean. And that it's gone now...?" because of course he assumed it would be a woman. Old habits. ronin begin again, as the storm