But my words, like silent raindrops fell

"Yeah, Loren," Ronin muttered. He and the librarian had been very, very close, once upon a time, but not even he had seen Loren in so long it hurt him as well. Especially because the Launceleyn had recently discovered healing magic, too, and... fuck, the things he could have done just kept stacking and stacking up, Ronin blinking quickly and clearing his throat past the sob that wanted to come out. "Best nipple-maker I ever met," he managed roughly, baring his teeth in a grin and seeming to sag against Remi, the guildmaster utterly exhausted. "Do we have to go back downstairs yet?" he asked. "I just want... just a few minutes more." And if he fell asleep in those few minutes, would that be such a bad thing? ronin the long and lonesome road