long shadows

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving Ronin, of course, melts straight into his husband's embrace, and the same would be true regardless of the emotions that start to pour out from Remi. Stepping closer and letting out a shuddering breath in response to the emotions poured into him - even if it's only a shade of what once was - he reaches out to simply hold onto the alchemist, to feel his warmth both inside and out, a small and stupid little smile on his lips. "You were with Mort...?" he echoes dumbly, understanding the other man's difficulty in thinking right now. Then, as Remi's attention is tugged away and Ronin's swiftly follows, he blinks at the debonair little spriggan nestled in the Lullaby's hair. "Oh, hello," Ronin says with an automatic grin, disentangling one of his hands so he can hold out a finger for Oria to shake. "And who might you be?" A trespasser, comes Sugar's trilled opinion from atop the houseboat, but obviously that was always going to be her opinion.