RONIN
the white knight
light is easy to love.
Ronin's reunion with Remi is necessarily brief under the circumstances, but he promises to spend the next however long needed to make it up to him. Understandably, though, both of their priorities remain on Flora for the time being, such that as the Knight opens the door into the Northaven - dark outside now, compared to the early morning when he'd left - he has eyes only for the Doubletake. Ronin is tired, though, the speed of his flight (in both directions) as well as the use of his magic taking a toll he'll have to pay later.
"He's alive," he says, even as Flora's question stutters on her lips, the Knight sweeping to her bedside to crouch down. "In the Greatwood, he's alive. He wouldn't have survived the trip with me." And not even because Ronin might have accidentally-on-purpose dropped him. "Gods, Flora..." The sigh that breaks from Ronin's chest is one that speaks of a tension that has locked his shoulders for hours now, of a time where he'd been unable to save his daughter, and gods he knows it isn't fair to draw parallels with Flora like this, but he's only human.
"He's alive," he says, even as Flora's question stutters on her lips, the Knight sweeping to her bedside to crouch down. "In the Greatwood, he's alive. He wouldn't have survived the trip with me." And not even because Ronin might have accidentally-on-purpose dropped him. "Gods, Flora..." The sigh that breaks from Ronin's chest is one that speaks of a tension that has locked his shoulders for hours now, of a time where he'd been unable to save his daughter, and gods he knows it isn't fair to draw parallels with Flora like this, but he's only human.
show me your darkness.
