the wounds are open and bleeding out
Closing his eyes at the feel of Remi's hand on his shoulder, Ronin felt the way his clothes changed, grew crisp and clean against his skin, and he smiled a mix of gratitude and understanding. With Aoife cooing nonsense against his chest, he wrapped the blanket more snugly around her and kissed her dark curls, holding her close. The most precious thing in his life was once again safe; bruises would fade, nightmares would be forgotten, and all would be well. But Remi was right, about the state of the place.
Rising to his feet with their daughter, he nodded and moved to pass her across to Remi; soothed and exhausted from the ordeal, she held her arms out for him readily.
"I'll wrap the body up," Ronin said, his tone flat as though what had happened had been to someone else, had been done by someone else. Not a season ago the hunter would have been horrified to the core at what he had done, no matter how much Skyler had deserved it. But now he moved to collect blankets from around the room, readily rolling the body into them with the intention of wrapping it tightly, though the blood would seep through the cloth for some time.
Once he was done, he glanced around at the blood still staining the walls and floor, shifting uncomfortably. "I'm not so sure that this can be cleaned."
Rising to his feet with their daughter, he nodded and moved to pass her across to Remi; soothed and exhausted from the ordeal, she held her arms out for him readily.
"I'll wrap the body up," Ronin said, his tone flat as though what had happened had been to someone else, had been done by someone else. Not a season ago the hunter would have been horrified to the core at what he had done, no matter how much Skyler had deserved it. But now he moved to collect blankets from around the room, readily rolling the body into them with the intention of wrapping it tightly, though the blood would seep through the cloth for some time.
Once he was done, he glanced around at the blood still staining the walls and floor, shifting uncomfortably. "I'm not so sure that this can be cleaned."
THE
FALLEN STAR
