we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
Ronin winces, but he nods his understanding - it might be clear cut to him, in the midst of all of this, but it likely wouldn't feel the same for many of the other demigods that made up their ranks. Letting his hand cover Remi's, he brushes his thumb across the back of his palm and sighs. "Any time," he murmurs. "Maybe we can dance properly before we shower, mm?" Swaying, at least, was very enjoyable, and as Ronin smothers his bacon, eggs and pancakes in syrup, the smell of that combined with the coffee is enough to lift his spirits.
"Oh, that's a good task to knock off the to-do list," he murmurs. "What'd you think the Greatest of Woods will want next? A big cannon? Those seem very popular these days," he remarks, falling silent to shovel food into his face and humming appreciatively around it. "I wish I could eat this off you," he says with a smirk.
"Oh, that's a good task to knock off the to-do list," he murmurs. "What'd you think the Greatest of Woods will want next? A big cannon? Those seem very popular these days," he remarks, falling silent to shovel food into his face and humming appreciatively around it. "I wish I could eat this off you," he says with a smirk.
THE DARK STAR
and continue fighting
