RONIN
Now they’re both soaking wet from his shower, and Ronin gives not one single fuck, though he’s grinning like an idiot even as the canteen burns his chest with how cold it is. ”Amalia, that isn’t Vi’s beard, it’s my—” He’s cut off by her peal of laughter, which honestly is probably for the best, and as she averts her gaze and blushes so furiously, he gently sets her to the ground... and swoops down to retrieve the towel.
Clearing his throat bashfully and covering himself up again, he can’t help the broad grin that spreads across his face. ”You joke about it, but in the nicest possible way, when Remi is awake I trust you will be smart enough to excuse yourself.” Not that it would help, even if she flew across Snowcloak. Ronin has a lot of time to make up for. ”Thank you,” he adds, reaching out to touch her cheek. ”I know you need it too, so... I owe you for it.”
Clearing his throat bashfully and covering himself up again, he can’t help the broad grin that spreads across his face. ”You joke about it, but in the nicest possible way, when Remi is awake I trust you will be smart enough to excuse yourself.” Not that it would help, even if she flew across Snowcloak. Ronin has a lot of time to make up for. ”Thank you,” he adds, reaching out to touch her cheek. ”I know you need it too, so... I owe you for it.”
one more wish for you
