no rivers and no lakes can put the fire out

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving "You have nothing to apologise for," Ronin said simply, rubbing at his forehead and turning to watch the dead fire, still smoking, than bear to look at Amalia. Starlight fractured out of the hunter without his being able to control it; a testament to his stormy feelings. Does it ever go away? Having never experienced anything like what Amalia was feeling, he could only shrug helplessly. "I don't know. I hope so... I... Listen, I don't want to cause you any more trouble. And I don't want to leave you here alone. So I'll... I will sit down. You can do whatever you need to, for as long as you need to. When you're ready, I'll walk us back." With his eyes on the sand now, Ronin sank down beside the Shield.