But my words, like silent raindrops fell

The fire held no answers for Ronin, but the sound of silence in the wake of his daughter's cries was a balm on nerves too frayed to make head nor tail of the situation. Staring into the flames burned his eyes after a while, but he couldn't seem to tear his gaze away. Distantly, the guildmaster registered that his throat was dry and his head pounded a steady rhythm against his temples. When had he last eaten, slept? He frowned, raising a hand to rub at his forehead, only to pause as he caught sight of himself in the light. Rust red, his clothes, his hands... he was covered in dried blood. Glassy-eyed, Ronin felt himself begin to tremble, to let his mind wander back. He was saved by Remi's grip on his arm, and though he flinched at it the merest hint of encouragement had him on his feet in a moment. "Okay," he whispered back to the alchemist, seeking out Vervain and his daughter and only moving when he was able to confirm she was alright. "Where are we going?" ronin the long and lonesome road