[SEASONAL EVENT] empty chairs at empty tables

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving Outside Ronin was silent, calm even as they walked, but internally he writhed. Grief, rage, helplessness and fear at what raising Aoife without Vanya really meant, he could barely think in a straight line. He glanced up at the sound of Remi's voice, drawn from the deep depths of thoughts that were likely darker than any he'd had before. "Hm? Oh... yes, she gave me a vial of... starlight, it looked like. She said I ought to give it to Vanya, to keep the baby healthy." He smiled fleetingly, shaking his head. "I did, of course. Van said it tasted like her favourite wine. It sounds silly, but that must have been playing on my mind without my noticing. Because sometimes I look at Aoife and I swear she has stars in her eyes. I'm going crazy." He sighed, like he was resigned to it. "Why do you ask?"