wonder of wonders

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving Listening with a furrowed brow and an arm that slips around Remi almost without his permission (ghosts, indeed), Ronin sighs and watches, absently, as the river star shrivels and becomes nothing but a husk under Deimos's magic. "I feel almost as though we should have done more, with Stormbreak," he admits. "I knew Sohalia was young and feeling the pressure. Now Dahlia controls the place." And she won't give it up easily, if he knows anything about the threat on their shores. But anyway, there's a tournament to plan, and the Nova's eyes light up at Deimos's comments; clearly he has skipped over the whens and the wheres and has snagged upon Evie's pregnancy and nothing more. "Congratulations," he says through a wide grin. "She should come as well, in that case." To cheer him on, of course, but also to bring the baby, so Ronin might fuss over it accordingly.