back to basics

please just don't forget me Ronin's instincts were not what they once were (not yet, anyway) and he would have been quite the perfect target for Melita and Fangorn's sneak attack. Perhaps for the best, though, he was spared the potential to spill paint all over himself, having just rested the ladder against the wall so he could climb up and get at the sign. The sound of a voice had him turning just as he was reaching for a pot of paint, a bright smile on his lips at the offer of help. But before he could so much as form a response, his eyes fell upon Melita (and hers upon him, as evidenced by her shock), and he couldn't help but start to laugh. "Uh... Hi, yeah. Me." He grinned, ruffling a hand through his dark hair. "Melita, isn't it? We worked together to build the spark bird perch..." And maybe they'd met prior to that, or after it - dying and coming back had scrambled his mind somewhat in that regard. "I'd love some help, if you don't mind. This place needs a bit of TLC. Though, I... er... I imagine you probably want to talk about me being not-dead, before we start?"