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RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving Ronin had been lost in thought as he gazed at his daughter, so when the door opened and Phoebe appeared he was almost startled by it, even though he'd been the one to knock. Glancing up, he managed a fleeting smile that didn't really reach his eyes. "Hey, Phoebe," he murmured, nodding to her in thanks and stepping inside as she moved for him. "I was wondering if you might... well, if you would take a look at Aoife and make sure everything is normal." Standing in the comforting warmth of the clinic that Phoebe had created, Ronin felt suddenly out of place and homesick. This was how his daughter should have been brought into the world, not awash in blood in the dark and the snow. He cleared his throat, trying to find the words to phrase it. "Her mother... Vanya, she died in childbirth. During LongNight, though I suppose you might have guessed that. No one has really been able to check Aoife over."