the baffled king composing hallelujah
Ronin knows she's joking, and it's one of the only reasons that he doesn't snark back at her, merely responding with a slow raise of his eyebrows and a pointed flip of the pancake. That he manages to land it without looking is luck more than it is skill, but Ronin takes it nonetheless. He finishes that one off and pours another into the pan to cook while Maeve reasons out her not telling Sunjata any of her feelings, and he can only nod softly.
"You're stronger than I am for it," he says. "But then again I wear my heart on my sleeve more often than not lately. Was a time I'd be happy to lie about anything so long as it didn't affect me personally." Not any more. "I don't blame you for wanting to go back, either. It's difficult, to leave home behind." Smiling, he turns his attention instead to Safrin and her quest for Maeve.
Tilting his head, he smiles to hear she's had offers of help already, flipping another pancake to add to the stack. "Well, I can help you to train, and to kill something. Depending on the items, I might be able to do something as well. Just let me know what you need, if you'd like a hand."
"You're stronger than I am for it," he says. "But then again I wear my heart on my sleeve more often than not lately. Was a time I'd be happy to lie about anything so long as it didn't affect me personally." Not any more. "I don't blame you for wanting to go back, either. It's difficult, to leave home behind." Smiling, he turns his attention instead to Safrin and her quest for Maeve.
Tilting his head, he smiles to hear she's had offers of help already, flipping another pancake to add to the stack. "Well, I can help you to train, and to kill something. Depending on the items, I might be able to do something as well. Just let me know what you need, if you'd like a hand."
