But my words, like silent raindrops fell

Ronin nodded gratefully as Remi led them further into the temple, managing a weak smile that was entirely a token gesture, but feeling more than appreciative for the blanket he conjured. "Thank you," he mumbled, all but collapsing down onto the seat in the alcove. He had long stopped trying to control the tears that still wanted to stream down his cheeks, merely thankful that he could speak whole sentences again. A broken laugh even made it out at the appearance of the bucket, Ronin shaking his head gently. "I already did that," he admitted. "I don't think there's anything left in me, besides..." He pulled the blanket tightly around him, like it would help to hold him together. For a second he looked like he might shatter all over again, before he pressed his eyes shut and simply forced himself to breathe. "Aoife," he mumbled after a few minutes of silence. "That's her name." ronin the long and lonesome road