RONIN
It was probably for the best that Remi handle any immediate social interaction. Ronin's temper - always so close to the surface these days - had been provoked beyond a mere tantrum with Sam's arrival and admission, and the hunter's hands were shaking now not because of the blight, but out of fury. Nodding quietly to Remi as he stood and squeezed his shoulder, Ronin relished the brief touch and let the other man go, shoulders hunched where he was sat cross-legged before the fire.
Amalia's voice stirred him somewhat, at least, reigning in the storm for a few moments, and Ronin glanced over his shoulder before rising slowly to his feet. His eyes were ringed with darkness and he seemed tired even though he'd been asleep when Sam had initially arrived, exchanging a glance with his husband and sighing deeply.
"The Voice is the cause of the blight. The Ascended carried it into the Greatwood - whether intentionally or otherwise, they are the reason it has all happened," he said, too lightly, too sharply.
Amalia's voice stirred him somewhat, at least, reigning in the storm for a few moments, and Ronin glanced over his shoulder before rising slowly to his feet. His eyes were ringed with darkness and he seemed tired even though he'd been asleep when Sam had initially arrived, exchanging a glance with his husband and sighing deeply.
"The Voice is the cause of the blight. The Ascended carried it into the Greatwood - whether intentionally or otherwise, they are the reason it has all happened," he said, too lightly, too sharply.
a star in someone else's sky
