and on to the glory at my right hand
Ronin's hands are warm where Seren's are cold, and he lets his thumb brush across the back of her palm as if to offer some wordless reassurance, however effective (or not) it might be. He does tilt his head at her remarks, though, the Huntsman smiling despite himself, and he gives her hands a squeeze. "Wouldn't we all?" he ventures. "Seren, I promise you that everyone gets tied up in knots around people they like. And they hate it too, but sometimes our bodies just... act that way. We blush, we get tongue tied..."
He shrugs his shoulders, seeming strangely at ease with the awkwardness of it all. (Then again Ronin has charisma aplenty, and he'd never really been one to embarrass easy). "What would you like to happen, though? Maybe there are some things we can do to stop it getting to you so much."
He shrugs his shoulders, seeming strangely at ease with the awkwardness of it all. (Then again Ronin has charisma aplenty, and he'd never really been one to embarrass easy). "What would you like to happen, though? Maybe there are some things we can do to stop it getting to you so much."
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