we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
The leftover water is a precious resource, but for Sunjata, Ronin can spare more than a few sips. He brings a small flask of the stuff with him as he heeds the note sent his way, walking to the Slagveld with purpose. It’s more than just meeting his friend that draws him there, more than spring water, even. After what had happened at the meeting with everyone, he feels like he owes Jata an apology. And he definitely doesn’t feel like they should be sparring today either.
”Hey,” he says as he ducks inside, flask in hand and shirt open to try and combat the ridiculous heat in the air. Raising an eyebrow at the sight of Sunjata, the Star’s expression softens and he moves to clasp the Flood on the shoulder. ”Here. This should make you feel a little better. And if not, at least you know it’s not the sickness.” He offers the water out to him.
”Hey,” he says as he ducks inside, flask in hand and shirt open to try and combat the ridiculous heat in the air. Raising an eyebrow at the sight of Sunjata, the Star’s expression softens and he moves to clasp the Flood on the shoulder. ”Here. This should make you feel a little better. And if not, at least you know it’s not the sickness.” He offers the water out to him.
THE DARK STAR
and continue fighting
