it's a funny old world

"You aren't just here for your magic and you know it," Ronin said warmly, though his eyes widened and he gazed up at the ceiling with a boyish sort of awe as Remi created consellations to watch over them as they slept. His smile was soft and grateful for his friend, the guildmaster seeming to relax even just a fraction as he watched the artificial stars twinkle and glow overhead. "They are perfect," he assured the alchemist. He couldn't really hold back sleep for much longer, though he could already feel the anxiety churning within him at what his dreams might hold. "If I snore, just kick me, alright?" Ronin shifted to draw a blanket up and over himself, seeming small and awkward given how used to sleeping with Vanya he would have been. ronin the long and lonesome road