I shouldn't laugh, but I know I'm a failure in your eyes
Ronin notices the tell-tale twitches of a nightmare after he turns back from the counter with his spiked coffee in hand, the Knight's brow immediately furrowing with worry. Approaching the bed and setting his mug down, he perches on the edge of it to take one of Flora's hands gently between both of his own, wishing he still had his own dream magic to guide people out of such situations.
Hissing a curse under his breath, his only recourse is a good old fashioned wake up, which he knows is guaranteed to be unpleasant.
Nevertheless, it might be better than what Flora is currently seeing. "Hey," he says softly, trying to interrupt the flow of her nightmare with his voice. "Flora, it's Ronin. You're safe in the Northaven, you're having a bad dream. Everything is alright."
Hissing a curse under his breath, his only recourse is a good old fashioned wake up, which he knows is guaranteed to be unpleasant.
Nevertheless, it might be better than what Flora is currently seeing. "Hey," he says softly, trying to interrupt the flow of her nightmare with his voice. "Flora, it's Ronin. You're safe in the Northaven, you're having a bad dream. Everything is alright."
RONIN
