the baffled king composing hallelujah
No matter how uncomfortable Sunjata might be feeling, clearly Ronin does not have any issue with him holding the baby, because he's absorbed by the gift he's been given. Taking out the deck of cards to flick through them with a dexterity and skill that suggests he's done it more than once before, he grins across at the Flood. "How the fuck did you know?" he asks, slouching back into the sofa for a moment to merely enjoy shuffling them for the first time. "I haven't owned a deck of cards in a very long time."
Then, of course, he realises that Jata is ramrod straight with Mateo, barely breathing, and he chuckles and puts the deck back in the box. "Thank you," he says. "Do you... want me to rescue you, or teach you what to do?" He tilts his head, reaching over to let a finger ghost across the infant's cheek. "You can relax a bit, either way. I promise he won't break."
Then, of course, he realises that Jata is ramrod straight with Mateo, barely breathing, and he chuckles and puts the deck back in the box. "Thank you," he says. "Do you... want me to rescue you, or teach you what to do?" He tilts his head, reaching over to let a finger ghost across the infant's cheek. "You can relax a bit, either way. I promise he won't break."
