the wounds are open and bleeding out
Ronin doesn't hear Oria over the tinkering he's doing at the stove, but Sugar does, and her accompanying trill - along with the pulse of foreboding down their bond - is enough for his shoulders to tense, for him to remove the cocoa from the heat to set it to one side. Letting the blanket pool to the ground, when the Huntsman turns it's with the full intention of seeing off any intruders that have decided to drop by, without prejudice.
So when he spots a familiar (if not crimson) shape step into the glow of the lanterns, Ronin's wariness softens to befuddlement, and he exchanges a worried glance with the two companions as the doorknob rattles but doesn't open. "Remi?" he calls softly, stepping across their houseboat to snag a towel from inside the bathroom door.
"Hey, what are you..." He opens the door for the Lullaby, blue eyes raking over him. "That's not yours?" he asks of the blood, beckoning him inside.
So when he spots a familiar (if not crimson) shape step into the glow of the lanterns, Ronin's wariness softens to befuddlement, and he exchanges a worried glance with the two companions as the doorknob rattles but doesn't open. "Remi?" he calls softly, stepping across their houseboat to snag a towel from inside the bathroom door.
"Hey, what are you..." He opens the door for the Lullaby, blue eyes raking over him. "That's not yours?" he asks of the blood, beckoning him inside.
THE
DARK STAR
