and on to the glory at my right hand
"When he's a bit Remi about things?" Ronin suggests gently, the warmth in his voice and in his smile knowing exactly what that vague and looping gesture means without needing to give it any sort of detailed description. "I love you too, Seren. My little star's all grown up now and camping out in the Fangs, but that won't ever change." He winks, pausing their conversation just for a moment to order (hot cocoa and some breakfast dish with poached ningo eggs) and handing the menu back.
His hand closes around Seren's easily, rough and scarred and calloused though it might be, Ronin giving it a careful squeeze. "The Eye?" He barks out a laugh at that, unable to help himself. "You are formidable, Seren, don't get me wrong. But Cian is a very special kind of brick wall. If you are going to speak to him, I'd get yourself very, very prepared beforehand. Don't expect him to be a sounding board, so have your plan well thought out."
His hand closes around Seren's easily, rough and scarred and calloused though it might be, Ronin giving it a careful squeeze. "The Eye?" He barks out a laugh at that, unable to help himself. "You are formidable, Seren, don't get me wrong. But Cian is a very special kind of brick wall. If you are going to speak to him, I'd get yourself very, very prepared beforehand. Don't expect him to be a sounding board, so have your plan well thought out."
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