[SWE] Where Angels Fear to Tread

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Ronin felt heat rise to his cheeks at Vanya 's whispered words, a gentle smile tugging at his lips; he linked his fingers with hers and gave her hand a comforting squeeze, kissing the back of it briefly before Roana drew his attention back to the here and now. Do your thing, Captain. He didn't need telling twice. Glancing down at Roana's children (though he couldn't for the life of him remember when she'd had triplets or where her daughter might be), he was pleased to see that all looked unharmed, his fellow captain included. She was right, though, about the need for the basics.

"Where are our conjurers?" he asked. "And I know of a few who have rings capable of producing water and food - that might be a good start." So saying, he raised his free hand to trigger his light ring, and a halo of warm gold bathed the area directly around them. That should help people orient themselves toward the centre of the group, and help to stave off the chill of the rain.