[PQ] we'll be counting stars

Ronin would usually be the type to join in with such a celebration, to add his own voice to the rising chorus or his own beat and rhythm to the melody. But something stole his song tonight, and though his smile was warm and loving to Remi, his posture relaxed, his enjoyment obvious, something unsettled him enough to keep him silent. He felt it, he thought, the sickness that had overtaken the goddess who had given him life once more. He felt it as a tug low in his stomach, as a prickle on his skin, but he didn't want to let that ruin the moment. So he let himself drift into the music and the flames, watching them dance high above the shrine they had created together. ronin begin again, as the storm