wonder of wonders

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving Smiling softly at Remi and the flood of emotions pouring through their touch, Ronin nods and lets himself be reassured by both his and the Sword's opinions of the Fae and their resilience. "That's true enough. Maybe we'll even hear from them soon, providing the Greatwood doesn't have any other ideas." Which in fairness, it might, especially void touched as it is. Speaking of which, Ronin finally slips his hand out of his husband's and regards the thickets of purple hued trees with a furrowed brow. "I wonder if we might be able to flush a few creatures out, save us going too deep into the woods. The trees would turn people around before, but I've got a feeling that they're probably a lot more hostile now."