RONIN
the white knight
"Hey, I wouldn't have held it against you," Ronin says with a warm laugh as they close in on the top of the barrow where the shrine to Safrin and Vi is located. His own wedding ring has been a reassuring pulse against his finger for over a decade now after all, so it isn't as though he's a stranger to needing that sort of comfort, especially now. "I know Safrin would be pleased you're taking time out to come here, but I'd want to get home quickly too."
Stretching his arms above his head as they reach the shrine at last, Ronin is quick to shrug off his own satchel of supplies and offerings, also wrestling with the broom he's brought along to whisk away any debris. "Just because Flowerbirth is slow to show up here, doesn't mean we can't make it look like it's in bloom, right?" So saying, he starts to get to work in sweeping the shrine clear so they have a fresh start to place their offerings.
Stretching his arms above his head as they reach the shrine at last, Ronin is quick to shrug off his own satchel of supplies and offerings, also wrestling with the broom he's brought along to whisk away any debris. "Just because Flowerbirth is slow to show up here, doesn't mean we can't make it look like it's in bloom, right?" So saying, he starts to get to work in sweeping the shrine clear so they have a fresh start to place their offerings.
