[se] rend the words from my tongue

A pink room, Ronin repeats, furrowing his brow against the crook of his husband's shoulder. I had one a couple of days ago but we were painting a room green. Or grey... I don't remember. And if only this could be the crux of their problems this morning, perhaps they might sink back into their dreams together and continue whatever individual stories they'd been telling. Alas. Nestling closer as if to leech some of the comfort from the fur as well as from Remi, Ronin lets out a long, sad sigh and shakes his head. She doesn't know. It's why she has to leave, he says. But she made it sound potentially... apocalyptic. She asked Deimos and I to act in her place, while she's gone. And to make sure the regions use their time wisely, if something does happen to cause trouble. RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving