[SEASONAL EVENT] empty chairs at empty tables

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving Remi was right - that was that - and as much as Ronin tried not to show it, the relief in him was evident, from the way his shoulders relaxed to the suddenly less nervous countenance about him. He smiled faintly, content that Aoife was alright and rising carefully to his feet to stretch. "Bothering her is better than her finding the mask by accident. Who knows what Ludo would do," he pointed out with a gentle shrug. Hearing that Remi wanted to join him was hardly surprising, and Ronin had almost expected as much. "Your decision is your own," he said warmly. "You and I have been through a lot together, and I trust you more than most - more than almost anyone, I think. The only reason I would ever think of dissuading you is because... well. If we both die, she really does have no one," he muttered. "It will be getting dark soon. Shall we...?"