hometown heroes

Ronin steps where Sunjata does, not having nearly enough concentration to be able to pick his own path out through the ice and snow. Of course, this means that if Jata goes down then Ronin will too, but it seems to be a price that the Huntsman is willing to pay. "Mm...? King's End isn't too bad. If you follow the river inland you can make it all the way to the Greatwood if you go far enough," he says, though it sounds as though he's just making small talk at this point. "What is that?" he inquires when they stop, as if just having noticed that Sunjata has brought something to leave in the cold. Belatedly, of course, he remembers Safrin's quest, but he hadn't really asked for any of the details. And now his mind is understandably elsewhere. Ronin wrinkles his nose - and that's really all the response he needs to give - and directs his gaze downwards again to hear that Sunjata already knows, and he can only offer a shrug about Remi. "He's alive, and he's going to recover. He says it's okay, but I..." Ronin shakes his head. "You don't do that to someone you love, do you?" Even Sunjata's hands on his shoulders aren't enough to lift his eyes up, Ronin seeming suddenly much smaller than his presence would usually suggest. "Thanks for the offer, but I don't think I'll be using that shift again. I don't need to figure it out if I never let it out." What's that? An unhealthy coping mechanism? Ronin? Never. RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving