[SE] when rome's in ruins

i'm a lost cause, do it the way I want

The thoughts that tug Vesper's attention away from his cards have the young demigod scowling as he looks up in time to see Ronin's steps slow before the Knight is leaning down beside the Miana Pool. Raising his dark brows, it takes only a cursory sweep of the other man's thoughts to know that his mind is not the sort of place that Vesper likes to find himself, and were it not for the brief flashes of a name well-acquainted with his father rumbling around the Knight's head, Vesper might very well have waved hello to the other man and nothing more.

"Can't imagine salt on your lips tastes great right about now." He comments, sitting up slightly and offering Ronin a lazy smile. "Got some fresh water if you prefer. Might not be the coldest anymore, but it's yours if you want it." So saying he reaches into his bag, offering out a waterskin that Nova had picked up from the market for him. Adorned with glitter and his name in an obnoxious bubble font across the front, the demigod shrugged at it as he held it out for Ronin.