R O N I N
There was no Ocean for Vanya here - not anywhere nearby anyway. And Ronin had looked, for as long as he could after they had finally moved on from the terrible area before the Spire. He had looked, and it had gotten rainier and colder. His coat he had insisted
"Sorry, Van. I tried." He smiled softy as he stepped in through the door and (if he had been carrying her) set her down on her feet. The place was dank and cold and in severe need of some TLC, but it was a roof over their head. The ex-captain wasted absolutely no time in stepping forward to try and get a fire started in the hearth, swiping his wet hair out of his face.
"Is this place okay? I mean... it won't look like this for long." He couldn't help but sound guilty. Ronin was certainly not used to living like this, as much as he was a soldier.