we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
"Come in! Watch your step though!" Ronin's voice echoes out to Flora through one of the open shuttered windows - also new, she might notice. Within, the Knight is putting the finishing touches on the boat he's been painstakingly repairing after his little moment coming out of infection by the Family. And when the Doubletake steps inside, she'll have to dodge around a few freshly varnished planks of wood and their stacked table and chairs.
Sitting up from where he's been painting the wood surrounding the window interior, Ronin plops his brush back into the pot and wipes his hands on already paint-streaked pants, offering Flora a cheerful smile. "I almost thought you'd forgotten where we lived," he tells her with playful haughtiness, rolling to his feet and pushing the sleeves of his shirt up where they've started to roll down.
"To what do I owe the pleasure?" Ronin asks. "Assuming I'm the one receiving your company. If not, I hate to say it, but Remi is out getting breakfast, so I'll have to do regardless."
Sitting up from where he's been painting the wood surrounding the window interior, Ronin plops his brush back into the pot and wipes his hands on already paint-streaked pants, offering Flora a cheerful smile. "I almost thought you'd forgotten where we lived," he tells her with playful haughtiness, rolling to his feet and pushing the sleeves of his shirt up where they've started to roll down.
"To what do I owe the pleasure?" Ronin asks. "Assuming I'm the one receiving your company. If not, I hate to say it, but Remi is out getting breakfast, so I'll have to do regardless."
THE WHITE KNIGHT
and continue fighting
