you are terrifying and strange and beautiful
"Please, just call me Ronin," he murmurs with a soft smile, stepping up beside Darkeye to look the plans over and listen to his ideas. Nodding his approval, he's already shrugging out of his coat to give him more freedom of movement to haul the large stones out of the way. "I can do that," he confirms. "I'll put any rubble that can't be used to one side, to throw over the Falling later."
Before he gets to work, he does linger by Lena, giving her shoulder a gentle squeeze and offering her an apologetic look. "If you need me, just call," he tells her, before stepping away to begin his own work. It looks almost absurd to watch a man haul boulders with his bare hands, but such is the strength of demigods, and Ronin works without complaint.
Ronin gets to work moving the larger stones.
Before he gets to work, he does linger by Lena, giving her shoulder a gentle squeeze and offering her an apologetic look. "If you need me, just call," he tells her, before stepping away to begin his own work. It looks almost absurd to watch a man haul boulders with his bare hands, but such is the strength of demigods, and Ronin works without complaint.
Ronin gets to work moving the larger stones.
The huntsman
