run away and take me with you
"I don't think it was Neron either. If he took that ability it shouldn't have worked more than once," Ronin mumbles with a gentle shake of his head that he instantly regrets for how it feels like his brain starts rolling around in his skull. Ignoring it for now, he reasons that this means it was definitely Wessex they were dealing with, just... wearing Neron's face. Ronin grumbles and shifts in the snow, both at this revelation and at the preparation to move.
"I've got it," he says softly, not at all trusting their mental states in a dream right now. "Just hang on--" His arms tighten around Remi, and it's with a deep hitch of breath that he draws them both up to their feet. With gritted teeth, Ronin eases them onto the nimbus, though he all but flops back against it to catch his breath. "Your hand," he mumbles belatedy. "...Your hand is hurt badly."
"I've got it," he says softly, not at all trusting their mental states in a dream right now. "Just hang on--" His arms tighten around Remi, and it's with a deep hitch of breath that he draws them both up to their feet. With gritted teeth, Ronin eases them onto the nimbus, though he all but flops back against it to catch his breath. "Your hand," he mumbles belatedy. "...Your hand is hurt badly."
don't let go, i need your rescue
RONIN
