we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
"Husband," Ronin purrs back, knowing exactly what he's doing of course; it's probably a good thing, then, that they unintentionally ruin their own good time. His expression sobers as he watches grief slowly creep over the Lullaby, his feet stilling beneath the table and his mischievous thoughts about the tentacle waving at him all but disappearing.
Clearing his throat and setting down his cutlery, Ronin offers an apologetic smile and reaches out to cover Remi's hand with his own. It doesn't seem the right time to say something like oh, so suddenly we are happy to go visiting, so instead he merely nods his understanding. "It is," he agrees. "I could fly us down to Halo and we could send letters, have them meet us there?" With skyports, it shouldn't be a difficult thing.
And then Remi speaks about Mort, the Huntsman raising his eyebrows and giving the other man's hand a squeeze. "You're sure? That... well, that is all the more reason to go to Halo."
Clearing his throat and setting down his cutlery, Ronin offers an apologetic smile and reaches out to cover Remi's hand with his own. It doesn't seem the right time to say something like oh, so suddenly we are happy to go visiting, so instead he merely nods his understanding. "It is," he agrees. "I could fly us down to Halo and we could send letters, have them meet us there?" With skyports, it shouldn't be a difficult thing.
And then Remi speaks about Mort, the Huntsman raising his eyebrows and giving the other man's hand a squeeze. "You're sure? That... well, that is all the more reason to go to Halo."
THE DARK STAR
and continue fighting
