Top of the World

ronin A man unwilling to fight for what he wants deserves what he gets Ronin snorted softly and let his hand drop away to rest in his lap. He tilted his head back and closed his eyes, as if that would help to stop the world from seeming so harsh and bright. It might help the pounding in his head as well. "That sounds about right for Loren," he agreed wholeheartedly, though he couldn't really think of anything else that Remi might do to begin to feel better. Until he mentioned Safrin, of course - Ronin had forgotten about that, and he smiled softly as he thought of the lady with the starlight in her eyes. "She might," he said. "I can't say more than that, because I don't know. But... would you like me to petition to speak with her again? I mean... last time I didn't ask, and I already owe her so much for her help, but... perhaps I could visit the Glade again, and see...?"