we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
At first Ronin thinks there's either been a loss of temper or a fight - and wouldn't you know, both is true - and he steps quickly into the houseboat in search of his husband. "Remi?" he calls, setting down the box of ingredients he'd been gifted in return for his help, though of course at this point tomorrow's dinner is the last thing on his mind. There are only so many places the Bastion might be given how compact their home is, and the Knight finds him soon enough out on the deck.
"What happened?" he asks, brow furrowing as he crosses the short distance to kneel down in front of his husband's chair, a warm hand resting on his knee. It doesn't take much to spot the faint red marks against Remi's throat or the distant look in his eyes, and based on how they'd left things with Flora, he's got a sinking feeling he knows who is responsible. "Hey, I'm here. Look at me."
"What happened?" he asks, brow furrowing as he crosses the short distance to kneel down in front of his husband's chair, a warm hand resting on his knee. It doesn't take much to spot the faint red marks against Remi's throat or the distant look in his eyes, and based on how they'd left things with Flora, he's got a sinking feeling he knows who is responsible. "Hey, I'm here. Look at me."
THE WHITE KNIGHT
and continue fighting
