A line in the sand [reprise]

please just don't forget me "You'll regret not hanging on my every word, one day," Ronin quipped back, though the warmth in his smile spoke more than any words could. He let out a mischievous laugh at the alchemist's challenge, arching an eyebrow at his friend and motioning once more to his very naked body. "Am I not already out here for all to see?" he asked, waving off the question about standards; with everything they had been through surely Remi knew better than that. Ronin shifted to sit up again as Remi turned the page, and the sight of the starlit eye filled his expression with sadness. "Thank you for making her yours," he murmured, reaching out to brush his fingers across the paper. As it did so suddenly the bright and breezy afternoon turned into a midnight scene, stars spilling overhead. And Ronin wasn't naked any more - he was in the bloody clothes Remi had last seen him in. "Do you remember we spoke once, about how the constellations in Northaven were different than in Northwind? You'll have to learn them all over again now, too."