we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
"You've really got an answer for everything haven't you?" Ronin says mildly, though there's perhaps a thread of steel in his words now as he turns back to his painting while they talk. "If you must know, after Seren died, I feel as though I already can bring back more people per year. But I think I'm at a limit of three. Suppose it can't help, though, to beggar more chances from the big man..." His voice is quiet, though it might be misconstrued for concentration as he focuses on painting decorative swirls against the window frame.
"Sailboat it is," he says, sitting back to check his work before continuing. "I'll see if we can model it off something existing in the marina. Might even be able to scoop up a project piece to fix up for you." Because for all of his great many skills, sailing and knowing how boats work isn't one of them. That's more another man's skillset, as Flora already well knows.
"Sailboat it is," he says, sitting back to check his work before continuing. "I'll see if we can model it off something existing in the marina. Might even be able to scoop up a project piece to fix up for you." Because for all of his great many skills, sailing and knowing how boats work isn't one of them. That's more another man's skillset, as Flora already well knows.
THE WHITE KNIGHT
and continue fighting
