there will be scrapes and sutures; viciousness and victory
Ronin can do little with Flora's silence, and he releases her hand at the earliest opportunity so she doesn't have to hold it any longer. Whilst she prays, he moves to set up his offering as well, the vase sitting pretty in the moonlight, the starry flowers arranged with care inside it.
Once they are done he rises to his feet and moves again to stand by the doorway, giving her the space and time to say whatever she needs to say to Safrin. If anyone knows that they can answer prayers sometimes, it's Ronin.
Still, the gnawing sense of doing wrong, of being wrong, never really leaves him. He almost wishes they had never done this either. All the same, once Flora is ready to leave, Ronin will hold the door open for her, following in her wake down the steps.
Once they are done he rises to his feet and moves again to stand by the doorway, giving her the space and time to say whatever she needs to say to Safrin. If anyone knows that they can answer prayers sometimes, it's Ronin.
Still, the gnawing sense of doing wrong, of being wrong, never really leaves him. He almost wishes they had never done this either. All the same, once Flora is ready to leave, Ronin will hold the door open for her, following in her wake down the steps.
RONIN
