RONIN
Groaning to himself - of course the cure for Sunjata's infection would come from the very element he has mastery over - Ronin finishes most of his pastry and offers the last morsel up for Remi to eat. Were it not for his husband's aura of warmth and joy, he might have prickled much more at the idea of the Bastion squirrelling himself away to teleport the Flood to Halo whilst he and Deimos lay in wait, but... well, honestly, it's not a bad idea.
Between the three of us we should be able to handle him, surely, he says, even if something uneasy coils at the back of his mind to realise that they're talking about Sunjata like an enemy. Which... right now, is that such an inaccurate description? Does he need to be fully submerged in the water, or does he need to be there for a certain amount of time...? Not necessarily questions Deimos would know the answer to, if this is the first person visiting the springs to be cured of the void, but something to think about if they're going to have to wrestle a demigod into the water.
But back to the Flora of it all, and Ronin's gaze darkens considerably even with the flap of crimson wings in his periphery. "She wouldn't be so foolish, surely," he mutters, before rubbing a hand roughly across his face. "Maybe we ought to speak to her," he suggests to Remi. "She might not want to talk to us, but as the leader of a region, she really should know better. Either that or maybe we should get Hadama to have the conversation."
Between the three of us we should be able to handle him, surely, he says, even if something uneasy coils at the back of his mind to realise that they're talking about Sunjata like an enemy. Which... right now, is that such an inaccurate description? Does he need to be fully submerged in the water, or does he need to be there for a certain amount of time...? Not necessarily questions Deimos would know the answer to, if this is the first person visiting the springs to be cured of the void, but something to think about if they're going to have to wrestle a demigod into the water.
But back to the Flora of it all, and Ronin's gaze darkens considerably even with the flap of crimson wings in his periphery. "She wouldn't be so foolish, surely," he mutters, before rubbing a hand roughly across his face. "Maybe we ought to speak to her," he suggests to Remi. "She might not want to talk to us, but as the leader of a region, she really should know better. Either that or maybe we should get Hadama to have the conversation."
soft spoken with a broken jaw
we step outside, but not to brawl
we step outside, but not to brawl
