RONIN
Giving a hum of acknowledgement as Seren tried to explain what she was going through, Ronin accepted the cup back when she had stomached as much of the tea as she could manage. Setting it back on the bedside table, he smoothed her curls out of her face and let her lay down, watching with quiet concern. It could be anything; an illness picked up while roaring around the shoreline and the lighthouse, or something more sinister, only worrisome to tiny demigoddesses.
Rubbing at his forehead, he glanced back to Remi. "I'll sit with her tonight, while she sleeps," he said. "If she's no better in the morning, I'll go up to the Aumakua myself and speak with Safrin." If anyone ought to approach the lady of the stars it should be Ronin, given that she had delivered Seren into his care.
Rubbing at his forehead, he glanced back to Remi. "I'll sit with her tonight, while she sleeps," he said. "If she's no better in the morning, I'll go up to the Aumakua myself and speak with Safrin." If anyone ought to approach the lady of the stars it should be Ronin, given that she had delivered Seren into his care.
don't close your eyes
something beautiful is still alive
something beautiful is still alive
