R O N I N
So focused on trying to stay focused for any length of time, Ronin didn't even realise that Phoebe was there until she was by his side. At which point she performed some sort of witchcraft that soothed the burning in his head, though that in itself made him feel dozy and sleepy. Blinking up at her as he settled back in the bed, he offered a lopsided smile. "Phoebe," he repeated. "Good to meet you. I'd introduce myself but you already seem to have it down."
He'd have winked or joked or been his usual charming self, but honestly he felt wretched. It was enough to just lie there and exist right now. His brow furrowed at Phoebe's questions, and he glanced up at her. "Well, it hurt like a bitch," he said frankly. "Though I'm not sure I ought to discuss it in great detail. The creature is... it isn't one I'd wish for you to have to even imagine," he said.
