endless numbered days

Remi's assistance was appreciated, especially given that Ronin was down one arm now (the one that was holding the raccoon), though he did huff right back at him. And his snarling and hissing probably wasn't helping matters - not that Ronin thought he could help it - so it was entirely on autopilot that the guildmaster paused to give Remi a quick scratch behind the ear, like that would help or something. Eventually they managed to untangle the frantic dragonling, who looked positively wounded that her master was holding the intruder rather than her, and she trilled what was undoubtedly a filthy insult up at them both. The struggle had taken it out of her, however, so there was no jumping or snapping of teeth, though she somehow did manage an expression of being haughty-as-all-fuck. Ronin sighed. "I think she prefers the human you," he remarked to Remi, a smirk on his face as he glanced at the furball in the crook of his arm. RONIN I know this whole damn city thinks it needs you but not as much as I do