we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
"Perhaps you just need to practice at it," Ronin remarks with a flash of teeth, reaching out to link his pinky with Phoebe's, sealing their truce. "Luckily for you, I bet Mother Molly's has plenty of people who'd enjoy practicing with you. It's warmer in there, too, just in case you do end up stripping someone completely." Since they're no longer fighting, Ronin's projection gently sets the Nightingale back down on her feet, and the real thing dismisses it with a wave of his hand.
"For now, though, all of this has made me hungry." Because of course it has. "Come on - I'll treat you to a late lunch." Linking his arm with Phoebe's, Ronin leads them from the training grounds so they can find a little cafe to sit outside of, enjoying the sunshine and letting the conversation wander where it will.
~FIN
"For now, though, all of this has made me hungry." Because of course it has. "Come on - I'll treat you to a late lunch." Linking his arm with Phoebe's, Ronin leads them from the training grounds so they can find a little cafe to sit outside of, enjoying the sunshine and letting the conversation wander where it will.
~FIN
THE DARK STAR
and continue fighting
