RONIN
”I guess it just means it’s our turn to take care of her,” Ronin says of the icy reptile, already knowing Sugar to be far too stubborn to stay in the Tundra where she’ll be safe. It is something that the dragon and Ronin share in common, unsurprisingly. ”Bacon and wine,” he adds, glancing up as his projection returns with a glass of wine and a veritable pile of sandwiches - he figures Amalia might be hungry too. If not, he has faith that he and Remi can finish them off.
Speaking of the Shield, Ronin holds up his hands in apology. ”I didn’t mean it like that,” he says, smiling softly. ”I’m just... trying to make her feel okay about it, I guess. I know that it’s not the same for her as it might be for us.” Guilt, shame, like a mistake has been made. He doesn’t want Amalia to feel as though what happened is anything other than fun and completely acceptable.
Speaking of the Shield, Ronin holds up his hands in apology. ”I didn’t mean it like that,” he says, smiling softly. ”I’m just... trying to make her feel okay about it, I guess. I know that it’s not the same for her as it might be for us.” Guilt, shame, like a mistake has been made. He doesn’t want Amalia to feel as though what happened is anything other than fun and completely acceptable.
one more wish for you
