star guardian

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving Ronin had felt bad for leaving without Remi the second he could hear him following, at least doing the alchemist the courtesy of waiting until he was in step with him before they headed home. The hunter had been quiet, smouldering silently on the events of the evening, his hands buried in his pockets. Indeed, the weight that settled over him only seemed to lift when he stepped in through the guildhall doors to a welcoming trill from Sugar, though Ronin bypassed her to head upstairs. Now he was sitting quietly in Aoife's room in one of the comfortable chairs he liked to nap in when she was being grumpy, the baby cradled against his chest. He'd already pulled up another seat for Remi, needing a moment with his daughter to gather his thoughts. "Sorry," he mumbled eventually to him, the sound of his voice rousing Aoife somewhat, her little hands grabbing at his shirt.