I shouldn't laugh, but I know I'm a failure in your eyes
"Flora..." His frown deepening, Ronin grabs for a cloth in one of the bedside drawers and reaches out to gently swipe the sweat from her brow. He knows nothing of Hotaru's magic being the cause of the slumber, having arrived after the command was given, else he might not have persisted, leaving things to run their course with little interference other than soothing words. Alas, this is not the situation they find themselves in.
"Flora, you're safe. Wake up," he urges, giving her hand a gentle squeeze between his own and reaching out to give her good shoulder the smallest of shakes. This is the latest in a line of very, very long evenings, and it only looks as if it will be getting longer yet, so the sooner he can free her from the clutches of her subconscious, the better.
"Flora, you're safe. Wake up," he urges, giving her hand a gentle squeeze between his own and reaching out to give her good shoulder the smallest of shakes. This is the latest in a line of very, very long evenings, and it only looks as if it will be getting longer yet, so the sooner he can free her from the clutches of her subconscious, the better.
RONIN
