and on to the glory at my right hand
"She did, in fact. And here I am." Ronin raises his eyebrows at Flora and grins, though he knows damn well that she has a very good point. Making a mental note to check in with Stormbreak - and with Torchline in much more detail, too - he takes another healthy sip of his drink before Flora mentions the bite she'd sustained at the hands of the weird purple bullshit fyrhund. "Oh?"
His brow furrowing, he tilts his head at the bloody dressing - especially when she mentions that she's already bathed it in the healing fountain. "Do you mind if I take a look?" he asks, sitting up in his seat. As for Remi shooting first and asking questions later, he really can't argue with that, but at the same time, he's absolutely available should Flora need him. (And he hopes she knows it, too).
His brow furrowing, he tilts his head at the bloody dressing - especially when she mentions that she's already bathed it in the healing fountain. "Do you mind if I take a look?" he asks, sitting up in his seat. As for Remi shooting first and asking questions later, he really can't argue with that, but at the same time, he's absolutely available should Flora need him. (And he hopes she knows it, too).
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