Reverse bear trap

"Perhaps I should make a sign for you that says OFF DUTY," Ronin suggests with a fleeting glance around at the Fae, as if to gauge how many of them seemed pleased to see the Taliesins and how many were surreptitiously finding excuses to close their stalls. It's about 50/50, if he's honest, and he's about to say as much when jealousy's pickaxe comes shattering through the stained glass of their bond. It's almost enough to steal his breath, and luckily Ronin is already remediating the situation - but it does mean that he's a prime target for tripping. As a result, it's probably not that the Huntsman has lost his touch (how rude) but more that they're concerned he's drunk or otherwise incapacitated. How else could one explain the way one arm pinwheels out as he tries not to drag both he and Remi to the ground? "It obviously has to be something else," he informs his husband with a haughty sniff, straightening up and perhaps pinning Remi against his side a little more firmly, as if that would stop any future shenanigans. "Oh," he adds, rather suddenly in fact - and if a ray of bright sunshine breaks through the tree branches to fall upon them in that moment, well, it's just a coincidence, surely. "Happy Birthday, Remi." RONIN Darkness is a funny thing. It creeps up on you.