there will be scrapes and sutures; viciousness and victory
His fingers relax with her coaxing, though Ronin's eyes drop away from her starlit face and into the water, as if ashamed by the truth of her words. It's instinct that makes him want to respond with emotion, with but we needed its, with memories and nightmares combined of what occurred up on the Cordillera, but of course the world doesn't know all of that. And even if it did, the world likely wouldn't care, because Safrin is right.
But I'm so happy wants to dance from his tongue next, and the Huntsman swallows that back as well, forgetting himself for a moment and gently squeezing her hands. "I am not sure I am leadership material any more," he hazards, the clear worry being that he'll be sent up to the floating isle again. "But I..." He doesn't want to say it, doesn't want to offer the possibility of leaving the mountains for good. "How quickly they forget," he mutters instead, letting out a long sigh.
But I'm so happy wants to dance from his tongue next, and the Huntsman swallows that back as well, forgetting himself for a moment and gently squeezing her hands. "I am not sure I am leadership material any more," he hazards, the clear worry being that he'll be sent up to the floating isle again. "But I..." He doesn't want to say it, doesn't want to offer the possibility of leaving the mountains for good. "How quickly they forget," he mutters instead, letting out a long sigh.
RONIN
