and on to the glory at my right hand
Inhaling as steadily as he can, both because of the responses given and because he's properly shivering by now, Ronin can only give a jerky nod towards Sunjata before glancing somewhat pleadingly towards the Sword. "You wouldn't mind drying me off, would you?" Given that the Flood is a little preoccupied, Deimos is the only other person with water magic who might be able to prevent him freezing to death before the conversation is through.
And as for that conversation, he leaves whatever is about to unfold between Jata and Remi entirely up to them - his questions revolve more around the what now, besides. "Do you think she will know that you're cured?" he asks around clenched teeth to keep them from chattering. "And if she won't... is it worth pretending you're still infected?"
And as for that conversation, he leaves whatever is about to unfold between Jata and Remi entirely up to them - his questions revolve more around the what now, besides. "Do you think she will know that you're cured?" he asks around clenched teeth to keep them from chattering. "And if she won't... is it worth pretending you're still infected?"
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