no rivers and no lakes can put the fire out

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving Ronin could sense it; the way she wanted to give him permission to leave, and he smiled to himself as she rose to her feet. It was a mix of realising what she was getting at and seeing her walk around - Ronin hadn't expected to feel such relief from it, but he did. "I have a ride back," he assured her - the nimbus he could call down at any point. "And the dark doesn't bother me." Indeed, a small and lingering thought about the things that mattered most to him, and Ronin began to emanate soft starlight. "I'll stay, if it's all the same to you. In whatever capacity you want me."