RONIN
the white knight
light is easy to love.
"...Okay. I'll make it happen," Ronin says softly, nodding and holding her gaze. The gods know that until Flora gets what she needs she may as well still be bleeding on the forest floor; no healing will be done until she's where she wants to be. Of course, that doesn't mean that he or Remi will be far away, especially given the nature of the man he now knows is responsible for what had happened. He'd almost wished it had been Dahlia, because at least then he could march up to Stormbreak (still might, actually) and demand answers, but fuck it's a mess.
Taking the tea to set it back down on the beside table, it's wrong for something to unclench in his chest to hear that Flora hadn't been able to channel them, rather than deciding not to, but it happens nonetheless. "A barrier?" he echoes, frowning back across at her. "I... he didn't use that when I faced him. He couldn't use magic at all?" Because that's a nasty little development if so.
Rubbing at his forehead and giving Flora's hand the most gentle squeeze he can manage, it's purely by happenstance that he notices the parchment sitting underneath her compass on the table - and the way letters are beginning to blot to life on it. "You've got a message," he says softly, reaching across for it.
Taking the tea to set it back down on the beside table, it's wrong for something to unclench in his chest to hear that Flora hadn't been able to channel them, rather than deciding not to, but it happens nonetheless. "A barrier?" he echoes, frowning back across at her. "I... he didn't use that when I faced him. He couldn't use magic at all?" Because that's a nasty little development if so.
Rubbing at his forehead and giving Flora's hand the most gentle squeeze he can manage, it's purely by happenstance that he notices the parchment sitting underneath her compass on the table - and the way letters are beginning to blot to life on it. "You've got a message," he says softly, reaching across for it.
show me your darkness.
