what we leave behind

VAI The huntress "It is a saying. My Ashetta was the same." Vai smirked, her tone softly maternal and leaving no room for argument. She set her materials aside and nodded as he said they would be upstairs, smiling at Aoife snoozing so happily against Remi's chest, as though he were Ronin and all was right with the world. As Remi spoke again she brushed a thumb over his cheek, shifting to lean in and wrap an arm around his shoulders, simply holding him for a moment without needing to respond. "I'm so sorry, Remi," she whispered, kissing his curls and squeezing his shoulder, dabbing at her eyes as she stood back. "He wouldn't want you to be sad," she murmured. "Especially given that he's watching over you and his daughter whenever the moon rises and the stars shine... I'll go and get those feathers." On silent steps, Vai moved upstairs to find what she had come for. And when she did return, she did have the feathers in hand - but she also had a few familiar shirts folded over one arm. They'd just been dumped on the floor as the ex-captain had pulled them off, in true Ronin fashion.