you're my guiding light, when there's no guiding light left inside
It's the see-saw between annoyance and drama through the Attuned bond that does it in the end, and the catlike smile spreading across Ronin's face is equal parts impressed and amused. "It is absolutely a miracle," he says dryly, willingly accepting the offered hand to carefully examine it with soft fingers. "There is no quest," he guesses, kissing the alchemist's knuckles and gazing over at him, suddenly (mostly) whole again after so long that he doesn't know what to do or say for a second.
"It doesn't hurt any more either?" he asks - assumes, rather, scooting closer to reach out and gently grasp the other man's upper arm, as if to check that Ludo hasn't replaced it with ghosts. Or sand. Or sock puppets.
"It doesn't hurt any more either?" he asks - assumes, rather, scooting closer to reach out and gently grasp the other man's upper arm, as if to check that Ludo hasn't replaced it with ghosts. Or sand. Or sock puppets.
RONIN
