one and only

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving "And never have I been so happy for a filthy shapechanger commoner to save my life and become a fast friend." Ronin grinned back, his free hand pressing over his heart as if to swear that truth. Nodding quietly as Remi echoed his memories of the sky above, Ronin absently rocked his daughter and gazed into her star spangled eyes. "It's strange, though," he admitted. "When I was here last, it felt like Vanya died and cut a hole in me, and I was just... trying to survive it. But I don't feel that anymore." And that in itself was like lifting the weight of the world off his shoulders. So lost was he in the warmth and comfort of Vanya's presence, he absolutely didn't see the pillow coming. "Ah--!" He was about a lifetime too slow to dodge it anyway, laughing as it bounced off his shoulder and glaring playfully across at the alchemist, though there was something steadfast and grateful about the way he held his gaze. "I'll get up as many times as I need to. I owe you more than a good night's sleep, Remi," he said, before glancing around the guildhall sheepishly. "But you have got to stop living down here. We're cleaning this place up - now."