[SE] Ice on my teeth

Ronin's eyes widen, not just at the sight of Maea but at the fact that she comes bearing gifts, the Knight watching in awe as the glasses are revealed. "They really are lovely," he echoes his husband's sentiments - and his modesty too, as it happens. "Remi is right, though - you don't owe us anything. I'm just glad to see you alive and well," he assures her, though he reaches out to pick up one of the glasses by the stem, holding it to the firelight to watch it twinkle. "If I didn't know better I'd think these really were carved from ice. I'd have to be careful not to leave them anywhere too hot." Smirking and lowering it back into the box, he carefully re-wraps the present to ensure it doesn't break, fingers brushing over the dried flowers. "How have things been for you?" he asks. RONIN Darkness is a funny thing. It creeps up on you.