no rivers and no lakes can put the fire out

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving Amalia had already pretty much intoned that her story did not have a happy ending, and so Ronin allowed her to speak in her own time, gazing out into the sea as he listened to the tale. A soft frown made its way across his face; if she allowed, he would scoot closer to put an arm around her shoulders. "Jyo's pain is your pain," he said simply, knowing all too well how deeply he was tethered to the pale dragon currently sleeping in a wagon along the beach. "It isn't surprising, that you were not thinking clearly then." Similarly, though, he knew the guilt of losing someone by not doing something, by not being there. "I'm very sorry, Amalia."