it's a funny old world

Jumping a little at the feel of claws scrabbling against his bare chest, Ronin sighed and smiled sleepily down at the grumpy raccoon. "I know, I wish it weren't morning too," he mumbled over Aoife's cries, the guildmaster seizing one of the blankets to bundle Remi up in it. Gently setting him down and tucking him within the nest of fabric, Ronin was free to tend his daughter. As he rose to his feet to fetch Aoife, Sugar seized the opportunity to creep away from the basket and seek refuge with the alchemist-turned-raccoon. She trilled softly to him, nosing beneath the blankets as well. Luckily, with his daughter in his arms she soon quietened down, Ronin padding around the hall to light lanterns and candles and stoke the fire to prepare a bottle for her. "It feels weird to wake up down here," he remarked, mostly to himself. ronin the long and lonesome road