Reverse bear trap

"You made a valiant effort," Ronin agrees, unashamed of laying on the compliments thick today, given the whole birthday situation. Only as they approach the workshop in earnest does he let his husband go, and then it's mostly to take a look at the creations available in the stall. This is complicated by the way his husband nudges his hip, and for the second time Ronin is almost pinwheeled to the ground, and he shoots Remi a glance that's endearing and yet promises some form of retaliation. "Nonsense, I would never have let you get killed in the war," he says airily. "You know, given that I would have absolutely been General of the Storm by that point." Wiggling his eyebrows at Remi, Ronin ducks into the stall properly to take a look at the finely carved furniture. He does wrinkle his nose, though, at the reminder of what they were supposed to do in Northaven, and it's something that he can finally recognise as being fairly horrifying for his husband. "You did end up doing both of those things here," he remarks. "And still ended up on the front lines of a war." RONIN Darkness is a funny thing. It creeps up on you.