no rivers and no lakes can put the fire out

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving "She was his. Completely." And nothing anyone ever said about it would change that for Ronin. Aoife had been lucky enough to have two fathers throughout her short little life, and arguably Remi had been made of better stuff during that time. He had taken care of Aoife when things had been at their worst, and that had created an unseverable bond between them. Feeling a pulse of warmth and affection for his husband, Ronin forced himself to consider Amalia's further questions. Even though time was now wonky as fuck he had his reservations, Ronin had made up his mind and had to stay the course. "No, to put Vanya back with Mort," he explained. "Safrin has said she can do it, but Ludo will be very unhappy. So I am to placate it, by protecting the Hollowed Grounds at Longnight this year." Finishing his pie and glancing across to see the baker take out the items from Adam, he sensed her hesitation and smiled. "Keep the ring," he suggested. "It won't burn easily anyhow. As for the rest... what would he have done? How would he have thrown them in?"