we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
Ronin has been talking with someone else, but then there's little else to do but try and distract himself from the cluster of dramatics that has shrouded the tournament thus far. (Whilst keeping vigilant for the next worst thing, of course). But as Mel's voice hits the air the Knight is already turning, and at the flash of fiery hair he barely lets her get the words out before he's drawing her into a tight hug.
"Don't you dare," he murmurs, his voice rough with affection, his smile audible. "I didn't even think twice - you don't need to thank me for something I was always going to do." Drawing back from the Honeybee to look down at her properly, Ronin lets out a sigh that has him feeling like he can finally relax his shoulders from around his ears.
"I'm glad you're okay," he says. "Physically, if nothing else. How are you feeling?" Death is no minor thing, even for a demigod of Ludo; he knows that first-hand from standing at Remi's side.
"Don't you dare," he murmurs, his voice rough with affection, his smile audible. "I didn't even think twice - you don't need to thank me for something I was always going to do." Drawing back from the Honeybee to look down at her properly, Ronin lets out a sigh that has him feeling like he can finally relax his shoulders from around his ears.
"I'm glad you're okay," he says. "Physically, if nothing else. How are you feeling?" Death is no minor thing, even for a demigod of Ludo; he knows that first-hand from standing at Remi's side.
THE WHITE KNIGHT
and continue fighting
