We can easily forgive a child
who is afraid of the dark
who is afraid of the dark
There isn't a hint of frustration or animosity, the smiles and words too warm to be anything but sincere. It releases the guilt that had formed with a firm but gentle hand on his shoulder, Zavien already feeling lighter for having brought it up. He returns the smile with an appreciative one of his own, his admiration for the demigods having always been high, but his respect for Ronin growing all the more. Chuckling, he shakes his head in disbelief, "You handle it better than I ever could." It's something that he never wants to experience, barely able to keep track of his own fights without getting thrown into the middle of other peoples'. It makes his gratitude ring a little deeper as he grins. "Thank you for that - for everything."
Zavien only pauses for a moment before turning to the path back to the city, visibly more relaxed. "Well, I hope you'll at least let me buy you a meal or a drink every time I do. You have to get something out of all the chaos." His laughter is bright and playful, even if he's being completely serious, fully intending to buy Ronin something after their spar.
Zavien only pauses for a moment before turning to the path back to the city, visibly more relaxed. "Well, I hope you'll at least let me buy you a meal or a drink every time I do. You have to get something out of all the chaos." His laughter is bright and playful, even if he's being completely serious, fully intending to buy Ronin something after their spar.
The real tragedy is men
who are afraid of the light
who are afraid of the light
Zavien








