R O N I N
There was far too much talking going on in the room, and Ronin was finding it difficult to separate the voices into sentences and sense. He drew in a long, shaky breath and let it out again, closing his eyes once more so he could try to gather together the ribbons of his thoughts. The Spire... someone had mentioned the Spire... Suddenly, unbidden, the creature sprung to life in his head and his eyes snapped back open, chest heaving.
"Hn?" Roana's voice made it through that time, Ronin turning his head (and regretting it instantly because oh boy did that hurt) enough to see the bandages that covered his bicep and forearm. He wiggled his fingers experimentally. "Arm's still there," he mumbled. "Doesn't feel great though. How're you?" He felt too hot. Or too cold? He didn't bloody know.
