everything has its wonders
The help is appreciated, as is the silence. And damn just about sums it up, too, so Ronin lets it go, lets them work uninterrupted for a time. He barely breaks a sweat these days, but the consistent burn of his muscles from the heavy lifting is satisfying in its familiarity, and by the time Aurelia speaks again and the Star sets down the last of the bags in its place, he's already feeling marginally better. Granted, it helps that she's not yelling at him any more, or punching him in the face.
"It absolutely does feel like that." He barks out a laugh, straightening up and rolling his shoulders. "At least LongNight is over and the monsoons haven't hit us yet. You ever been through the rainy season here?" he asks, glancing along at the row of sandbags and seeming satisfied. "Thanks, by the way. For your help - and for sticking up for Sunjata, even if it was at my expense." Maybe there's a ghost of a smile on his face. Maybe.
"It absolutely does feel like that." He barks out a laugh, straightening up and rolling his shoulders. "At least LongNight is over and the monsoons haven't hit us yet. You ever been through the rainy season here?" he asks, glancing along at the row of sandbags and seeming satisfied. "Thanks, by the way. For your help - and for sticking up for Sunjata, even if it was at my expense." Maybe there's a ghost of a smile on his face. Maybe.
even darkness and silence
