one and only

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving Ronin was finding it altogether too difficult to keep his eyes off his daughter; a bittersweet moment where he was both entranced by her and saddened that he had missed so much already. No more, he told himself. Not everyone got a second chance - not many at all got one like this. He vowed then and there not to waste it, giving Remi a weak smile at his attempted quip. "Maybe I am," he mumbled. Not out in the front of the guildhall where he could swagger and put on a show. But in here, faced with the reality of what he had lost and found and left behind... yeah. Ronin felt shy. "You... oh. I thought you would have..." Would have what? Moved in? Moved on? Gotten rid of all of his things? They all sounded silly when he thought about them now, but still... he hadn't expected the place to have gone untouched. Clearing his throat awkwardly, Ronin nodded. "Alright, well... I'll be back in a second." Walking upstairs to the place he'd called home with Vanya - to the place, he realised, that he hadn't looked at since cleaning it up after Longnight - was beyond strange. Ronin was gone more than just a second, his footsteps creaking above the greathall and echoing about them, but eventually he did return. He had Ashetta's cloak and Kalt's tunic folded over one arm, placing them over the back of a chair as soon as he had the chance. At least his clothes still felt like him, Ronin having pulled on a loose linen shirt and a pair of black trousers, busy rolling the sleeves to his elbows. "Sorry," he said, Sugar already coiling her way back around him. "This is... it feels strange all of a sudden. I don't know how to act around her... around you, either."