it's a funny old world

If anything ought to have made it clear that Ronin had needed little more than contact from his friend, it was the reaction as Remi shifted in his arms. The guildmaster stirred, blinking his eyes open and seeming almost in a panic as he found himself supposedly alone, only to relax completely as he gazed down at the racoon snuggled up to him. "Oh," he mumbled dozily, cuddling the little creature closer and scritching affectionately at the ruff of fur around his neck. "Sorry," he managed, as if trying to make up for accidentally making the other man feel uncomfortable (if that was indeed what he had done), but it seemed that Remi was just as soothing a presence in shift as out of it. With his fingers working lazily through the alchemist's thick fur, he soon lulled himself back off to sleep. It worked too well, in fact, and Ronin only awoke the next morning to the sound of Aoife's frustrated wails. Groaning, he got an elbow beneath him and sat himself up, still cradling Remi against his chest. "I've had better alarms..." ronin the long and lonesome road