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RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving ”If I recall,” Ronin remarked, his voice echoing in from the kitchen, ”you let the dragon watch over the baby when you were checking that I wasn’t some ghoul. If she’s good enough for you, she’s more than good enough for me.” He fell quiet for a few moments to potter about in the kitchen, trying to remember the place, to find everything and to make up the bottle for Aoife - his daughter, at least, did not seem at all averse to the attention, especially when it was providing her with food. By the time Remi called to him again he was on his way back into the greathall, Aoife cradled in his arms contently guzzling down her breakfast. ”Only the two of you so far, yes. I’m not really sure of the protocol in this situation. Do we have a party or something? As for Vai, maybe it’s better she doesn’t know until she actually has her baby.” He grinned. Honestly, he hadn’t realised it had been that long. It dawned on him suddenly, Ronin smiling sadly down at his daughter.