no rivers and no lakes can put the fire out

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving Ronin got Amalia's note. He could not walk across the water to the island that had formed, so instead he sailed upon clouds. The torchline sun had left him tanned, showing ever more clearly the silver of his scars; showing too the way the shadows under his eyes were slowly reducing. Showing that he was getting some sleep; starting to heal, just about. The sight of the qilin near took his breath away - mainly because he recognised the creature from another life, when Loren and he had been friends, and the summoner had helped him to train in the guard. Still, the sand bar was upon them soon enough, and Ronin hopped down from his nimbus to pad across to Amalia. He set himself down beside her, glancing at the bags and raising an eyebrow, but not wanting to pry unless she wanted to talk. "Inviting me out here at sunset? How romantic," he remarked with a dry smile, knowing the gesture was likely anything but.