there will be scrapes and sutures; viciousness and victory
"Hey!" Ronin protests, though she's absolutely right - and he's struck, all of a sudden, by how much she knows about him even as he's been trying his best not to be involved in their lives. He shouldn't be surprised, honestly, that children are so perceptive, but it doesn't make him feel particularly good about his behaviour thus far. And so it's a brooding Huntsman that follows Flora towards Aoife's grave, leaving the rest of their offerings for Safrin in their place on the nimbus.
He feels the nostalgia and the sadness for both of them, standing nearby and watching as she arranges the lillies just so, Ronin leaning in to fix one of the stalks where it tries to fall down. "I think she would like these," he says quietly, letting his fingers graze over the stones before straightening up again, clearing his throat. "Come on, let's go to see Safrin's lighthouse," he suggests. He'll come back later, when he can have some time alone.
He feels the nostalgia and the sadness for both of them, standing nearby and watching as she arranges the lillies just so, Ronin leaning in to fix one of the stalks where it tries to fall down. "I think she would like these," he says quietly, letting his fingers graze over the stones before straightening up again, clearing his throat. "Come on, let's go to see Safrin's lighthouse," he suggests. He'll come back later, when he can have some time alone.
RONIN
