one and only

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving Ronin gazed across at Remi as he moved to face him fully, smiling and shifting Aoife so she could lounge against his shoulder and look around. Sugar trilled at her, more than comfortable draped around Ronin, some of the dragonling's broodiness lifting. "Seconds, sometimes. Lifetimes, others. We watched you all, when you were out under the stars," he said. "But when we weren't watching... time passed strangely. I feel I've lived longer with Vanya than most have lived at all." He sighed. "Mm, now," he repeated, smirking and kissing Aoife's curls as she gurgled her apparent agreement with Remi. "Well, luckily for you, my friend, you've an extra pair of hands for the foreseeable future. Do you want to clean, or do you want to feed our gorgeous little monster?" He winked.