it's a long way home

"Nothing at all wrong with flower petals, my wonderful husband. But would you be a dear and at least fashion them into something wearable when you're done?" Granted, he didn't think anyone needed to see him prancing around the Hollowed Grounds in a loincloth, but... then again, since they were on the subject of royal decrees. Grinning, Ronin relished the flush in the alchemist's cheeks, as always, and shrugged his shoulders at the fire. "If you're going to be turning my clothes to petals, might as well make sure there's some warmth available when my fever breaks." With a sigh, he sagged against Remi and nodded in compliance, not that he thought the other man's judgement could be at all trusted either. "Go on then," he said. "What ought I be doing, nurse Remi?" RONIN Darkness is a funny thing. It creeps up on you.