[Mini Event] Woods of the Rising Sun

Glancing up at the sound of a familiar and friendly voice, Ronin grinned to Amalia and Deimos both. And Aoife, for her part, let out a cry of excitement at seeing Amalia again, one of her hands leaving her father's shirt for a moment so she could reach for the baker. Or her bread. Either way. "My blanket is your blanket," the hunter said amicably, nodding to them and scooching over a bit to let them sit with him. He didn't think he'd seen either of them together before, and while his curiosity and imagination had a small, warm smile flickering across his face, he contented himself in keeping his daughter occupied. RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving