we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
I love you too, Ronin whispers through the bond, the words sounding far away even in his mind as he works to painstakingly draw their daughter's essence back into her body. The instant she opens her eyes, at least, he releases the breath that has been caged in his throat, reaching to take her bloody hand between both of his own and giving it a warm squeeze. "You'll be alright now--" he begins, but already the Doubletake is looking for the still form of the captain beside them, and gods help Ronin for glancing towards his husband for just a split-second of doubt.
But Remi is already moving, withdrawing the gold-edged feather from his pocket, and the moment passes; as much of a bastard as he might be, particularly at this time of year, he's called the White Knight for a reason. It's that very same reason that has him curling protectively over Flora as ice and bitter cold erupts through the ground around them, Ronin taking any nick or cut (or anything worse) that might accidentally catch their daughter.
Having expended a revivify feather and all the chances he thinks he has, he isn't risking Flora's fragile hold on life for anything. "Her compass," he says quickly to Remi. "Send her to Torchline with it, and you follow. I'll make my own way."
But Remi is already moving, withdrawing the gold-edged feather from his pocket, and the moment passes; as much of a bastard as he might be, particularly at this time of year, he's called the White Knight for a reason. It's that very same reason that has him curling protectively over Flora as ice and bitter cold erupts through the ground around them, Ronin taking any nick or cut (or anything worse) that might accidentally catch their daughter.
Having expended a revivify feather and all the chances he thinks he has, he isn't risking Flora's fragile hold on life for anything. "Her compass," he says quickly to Remi. "Send her to Torchline with it, and you follow. I'll make my own way."
THE WHITE KNIGHT
and continue fighting
