[se] rend the words from my tongue

One might think it ridiculous, absurd and downright dangerous for anyone to spend a night out on Svaturis Bay, let alone on the cusp of Deepfrost. But for two demigods who don't know any better, who were in the area anyway, and who have a habit of doing dangerous things for the sheer hell of it, it's more of an excuse just to get as cozy as possible. It's unfortunate, then, that Ronin's dreams had taken a turn for the solemn, because otherwise he might have remained asleep, tangled around his husband in a small, offshore cave, for hours to come. Unfortunately, from within their pile of ursur furs, the Nova stirs and huffs out a soft breath against the side of Remi's neck, his eyes peeling reluctantly open. From the sharp triangle of light outside the cave, he can see sleet falling and hear the crash of ice-clad waves, and their campfire is in need of stoking. Ronin, however, opts to bury himself further beneath the furs. He'd superheated the stone as a phoenix prior to them heading inside, and he knows his husband's ifrit shift can save the day if absolutely necessary. RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving