RONIN
the darkstar
”Hey, hey... Slow down.” Ronin’s voice is soft, and he watches the panic and fear and fever wash over Remi in stages, wishing he could just reach in and smooth it all away. Still, it would be a lie to say that this wasn’t in some way preferable to the confusion and whimsy that he’d been dealing with for the past few days, even if what the Lullaby has to say is hardly encouraging. ”What...? Who?” he whispers, brow furrowing as he sits back a bit.
He reaches over Remi’s shoulder to stroke down ruffled feathers, trying subconsciously to slow the heartbeat on his finger to one that more closely matches his own - not that he’s capable of such magic. ”I found you out on Apopo with that man from the Order - the Spyglass, I think he’s called. He was unconscious as well, and one of his people took him away.” He assumes, anyway. ”What do you think happened...?”
He reaches over Remi’s shoulder to stroke down ruffled feathers, trying subconsciously to slow the heartbeat on his finger to one that more closely matches his own - not that he’s capable of such magic. ”I found you out on Apopo with that man from the Order - the Spyglass, I think he’s called. He was unconscious as well, and one of his people took him away.” He assumes, anyway. ”What do you think happened...?”
