RONIN
Ronin can't help his shit-eating grin as the reality of the catching rabbits situation dawns upon Maeve, though between them he does, indeed, have the knowledge to hunt them. Still, he can't help but make a show of thinking about it, shrugging his shoulders in the end. "Banshees, rous, spire demons, cloud manta... how hard could rabbits be?" And then she produces rope and his eyebrows raise, impressed. Ronin accepts it and threads a length through his fingers so he can begin tying a knot for a snare.
"Look at you," he murmurs. "I imagine you don't need me at all. I'll take myself away after this and just follow at your heels to get home." It's all in jest, and the continuing smile on his face shows as much. Finishing the snare and taking a few of the berries out of the bag so they can use it as bait, he begins setting up the trap.
"There," he says. "Come on - we'll keep feeding the fire, and I'll come back and check this in a little while."
"Look at you," he murmurs. "I imagine you don't need me at all. I'll take myself away after this and just follow at your heels to get home." It's all in jest, and the continuing smile on his face shows as much. Finishing the snare and taking a few of the berries out of the bag so they can use it as bait, he begins setting up the trap.
"There," he says. "Come on - we'll keep feeding the fire, and I'll come back and check this in a little while."
soft spoken with a broken jaw
we step outside, but not to brawl
we step outside, but not to brawl
