[SWE] It ends in fire

"Mm... and for me as well," Ronin agreed, tearing his attention from the Spark Bird and the light that hurt his eyes back to Kiada and the tiny Luxere at her feet. He arched an eyebrow briefly, watching the soft glow of his not-quite-antlers and thinking, for a moment, of his own dragonet waiting in a solemn guildhall for him to return. Swallowing hard, Ronin shook that thought away and forced a smile for his companion. He snorted a laugh. "That it does," he mumbled. "And I'm sorry for your loss, too. Would that this night had never happened..." It is too late for that now, though, and Ronin felt weariness seize him in cold fingers. Aoife nestled against his neck and began to shift, suggesting that the guildmaster was about to ruin the festivities with a hungry baby's cry. "I'd better go," he said. "It was nice to... stand with you, for a bit." RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving