I swear I still believe but I don't know
"Is it... working...?" Ronin's smile is weak at best, and he lets out a shivery breath to feel his husband's hand cover his own, needing the extra pressure against the wound. He'd sling his free arm around Remi if moving that didn't make his shoulder feel like it's on fire, the Knight dismissing his wings and lingering just inside the doorway. "Could go for... a nice glass of... water...?" he ventures; his clumsy way of asking if they have any to rake him back from death's doorstep before they go, presumably, to give him a nice wash in the fountain.
"Dahlia," he mutters darkly. I won't be offended if you have to keep slandering our Family's good name to make yourself convincing, Ronin. "Caught me on the dock. Threatened... Mateo and Flora. He's here, Remi." There, at least, the flood of his emotion is as pure as the peal of a bell; the fear he'd had for their children, the knowledge of what turning his back even for a moment and risking losing her interest would mean.
"Dahlia," he mutters darkly. I won't be offended if you have to keep slandering our Family's good name to make yourself convincing, Ronin. "Caught me on the dock. Threatened... Mateo and Flora. He's here, Remi." There, at least, the flood of his emotion is as pure as the peal of a bell; the fear he'd had for their children, the knowledge of what turning his back even for a moment and risking losing her interest would mean.
the white knight
