the things we hold are always the first to go
Aoife, always jubilant for female company, could no longer keep up her grumpy appearance as Amalia came to join her. A wide grin lit up her face and she flopped down to try and crawl all over the baker. (Obviously).
"You're right, she could," Ronin agreed softly. "Where we came from things were very much... well, you might call them under the thumb. I suppose Zariah saw a power vacuum." That didn't make what she had done right, though, and the dark expression on Ronin's face said as much.
His eyes widened a fraction at hearing that she would die for his daughter, the words slipping so candidly from her lips. Still, his brow furrowed and he slouched back in his seat, tapping a finger absently against his cup.
"Bravery got me killed," he said softly. "I know you are right, but... I'm not the man who fought the demon at the Spire, Amalia. Hell, he'd knock me flat out with little more than a swat of his hand." Maybe before he'd died he'd have been able to challenge Zariah, but now? Right now? He was pathetic.
"You're right, she could," Ronin agreed softly. "Where we came from things were very much... well, you might call them under the thumb. I suppose Zariah saw a power vacuum." That didn't make what she had done right, though, and the dark expression on Ronin's face said as much.
His eyes widened a fraction at hearing that she would die for his daughter, the words slipping so candidly from her lips. Still, his brow furrowed and he slouched back in his seat, tapping a finger absently against his cup.
"Bravery got me killed," he said softly. "I know you are right, but... I'm not the man who fought the demon at the Spire, Amalia. Hell, he'd knock me flat out with little more than a swat of his hand." Maybe before he'd died he'd have been able to challenge Zariah, but now? Right now? He was pathetic.
