RONIN
the white knight
light is easy to love.
"I know," Ronin says quickly, understanding (even if not agreeing with) the way Flora's heart must have been tearing in two different directions at the idea of remaining in one place while the person she loved was in another, and hurting. "I know you do, but you... I can't let you hurt yourself to do it. Not after the Greatwood." The tremor in his voice is one he doesn't stand a chance at hiding, the Knight reaching across the furs and sheets to clasp her hand between both of his own.
"We can arrange it. One of us can go with you even, if you'll have us, but not tonight, Flora. Please." Too much energy spent and too little rest - and the possibility of whatever had happened to Flora still being on the loose - and Ronin will be good for precisely nothing without at least an hour to rest. "Remi said it was Wilde's Rapier that did it," he whispers. "Did you... can you tell me anything about the person who used it?"
Shifting enough to reach out for the pot of tea still cooling on one of the bedside tables (along with all of Flora's belongings that had been in her pockets), he pours a cup and offers to help her sit up enough to try and sip at it.
"We can arrange it. One of us can go with you even, if you'll have us, but not tonight, Flora. Please." Too much energy spent and too little rest - and the possibility of whatever had happened to Flora still being on the loose - and Ronin will be good for precisely nothing without at least an hour to rest. "Remi said it was Wilde's Rapier that did it," he whispers. "Did you... can you tell me anything about the person who used it?"
Shifting enough to reach out for the pot of tea still cooling on one of the bedside tables (along with all of Flora's belongings that had been in her pockets), he pours a cup and offers to help her sit up enough to try and sip at it.
show me your darkness.
