there will be scrapes and sutures; viciousness and victory
A bit more warning probably would have helped, but the sudden turn of events has shocked Ronin as much as it has Flora, and so this is unfortunately the way it ends up. Still, her scream is ringing in his ears - along with her apologies and the way she tries to brush it off as nothing - and as the adrenaline cracks through the rest of what she's feeling, Ronin is quick to try and soothe her. "Hey, hey-- it was an accident," he says, reaching out to smooth down her windswept hair and to examine her (no longer broken) ankle.
"You don't need to apologise, alright? But next time maybe we get you some better shoes to clamber over cliffs, mm?" He tries on a small smile, reaching to grab her broken sandal and bopping her with it lightly. "I'm just glad you are okay. You are okay, right?" Raising his eyebrows comically, he reaches out again to tickle her bare foot, as if to make sure.
"You don't need to apologise, alright? But next time maybe we get you some better shoes to clamber over cliffs, mm?" He tries on a small smile, reaching to grab her broken sandal and bopping her with it lightly. "I'm just glad you are okay. You are okay, right?" Raising his eyebrows comically, he reaches out again to tickle her bare foot, as if to make sure.
RONIN
