brand new start

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving "It does smell like home, doesn't it," Ronin says softly, his hand closing easily around Seren's as he offers his daughter a warm smile. They stroll together through the Celestine and out towards the empty, cobbled streets. The skies are clear and dazzle with the stars overhead - Safrin's work, he imagines, since there has been naught but rain as of late. "Were you...? I... yes. I wouldn't have wanted you to have come here when that was happening. It wasn't good for anyone." Even remembering it has him wincing, Ronin giving her hand a gentle squeeze. "What brings you here now...?" He can't help but ask the question, wondering whether this would just be a visit bound to end sooner rather than later, or whether she was here to stay. Does hope leap in his chest at the prospect of her staying? Obviously.