[SEASONAL EVENT] Diamond Dust

what. "Mm?" Ronin glanced up as Remi spoke, smiling gratefully at the rope and nodding to him. Accepting it, he made quick work of binding the banshee up, hoisting the rope over his shoulder when he was done and beginning to work in loping, unbalanced strides. A ruptured eardrum and a liberal sprinkling of trauma? This was going to be fun walk back to the settlement. He huffed out a humourless laugh at his friend's comment, nodding to him emphatically. "Worse still, a lot of them were in charge," he muttered, gritting his teeth and fallen silent to concentrate on his footsteps. The last thing they needed was to fall or slip and hurt themselves. The going would be slow and cold and Ronin, for one, was as far from fine as possible, but they had survived. That was the main thing. That was always the main thing. {END THREAD}