we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
"You're welcome, then, if you insist," Ronin says with a warm smile, reaching out to help wipe the tears from her cheeks even if he knows the benefit of letting them fall. Only now does he give credit to all the things he and Melita have been through over the years; from festivals attended to battles fought, all across Hak Etme and into Stormbreak, not to mention every minor conflict leading up to the war.
"Shitty is about right," he confirms, turning to grab a bottle of something strong from a nearby icebox, as well as a couple of glasses, pouring them each a measure and offering the Honeybee a cup. "Do you want to take a walk?" he offers. "We don't have to talk about it. Or we can, it's up to you. Either way, getting out of the crowd might do some good."
"Shitty is about right," he confirms, turning to grab a bottle of something strong from a nearby icebox, as well as a couple of glasses, pouring them each a measure and offering the Honeybee a cup. "Do you want to take a walk?" he offers. "We don't have to talk about it. Or we can, it's up to you. Either way, getting out of the crowd might do some good."
THE WHITE KNIGHT
and continue fighting
