RONIN
Bouncing his eyebrows at his husband (what things indeed), Ronin instead offers a bright grin to Chaele, gesturing at her as if to say 'see, see? she understands what mazes are all about, so there'. "And now I am here at the centre. So precisely where I am meant to be," he says, and as Remi becomes himself again - i.e. sans fire - the Huntsman is already shrugging out of his coat, sweeping it around the other man's shoulders as if he might be cold.
A lie, of course, and at any other point in the year Ronin wouldn't care less whether Remi decides to strut around naked or not. Call him possessive and insane chivalrous, but at Leafchange he's very protective of his husband's modesty. Before he can even suggest that Remi might want the little effigy, (it seems precisely the sort of thing he would like in his possession), a trade is being struck up, and Ronin steps back to allow it to take place.
"I daresay the feather makes a better keepsake than evidence of murder," he agrees.
A lie, of course, and at any other point in the year Ronin wouldn't care less whether Remi decides to strut around naked or not. Call him possessive and insane chivalrous, but at Leafchange he's very protective of his husband's modesty. Before he can even suggest that Remi might want the little effigy, (it seems precisely the sort of thing he would like in his possession), a trade is being struck up, and Ronin steps back to allow it to take place.
"I daresay the feather makes a better keepsake than evidence of murder," he agrees.
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