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RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving "Yeah," Ronin agreed, rubbing at the back of his head and glancing about the place, the evidence of Remi having made it home all too clear now that he had a chance to look properly. Not that it held his attention for long, not with his daughter in plain sight. Strangely enough, while Remi felt a surge of protectiveness, Ronin felt guilt. He had left and Aoife was... well. She was Remi's, he felt. He knew her better than Ronin had been able to, and he realised that played a big part in the awkward conversation they were having. The mention of his 'noodle arms' did make him laugh, however, breaking a little of the tension. "I'm not sure what happened," he confessed. "I don't feel at all like myself. I think I'd be out of breath if I ran down the street and back. I guess the landing knocked the Storm Guard out of me." Smiling to Remi, he finally reached out to very carefully take his daughter, bundling her close in his arms. And at first she let out a naturally unhappy wail, upset at being passed away from warm, familiar arms and the only scent of home she really remembered, though she calmed somewhat as Ronin made sure that Remi was in plain view, hushing her and rocking her gently. "I think I've got a lot to learn from you," he murmured to his friend. "I've missed everything."