[se] rend the words from my tongue

Our dream. Ronin smiles, his arms slipping more securely around the Lullaby to draw him closer, as if this will somehow chase away whatever tension might be rising in his muscles. And, having expected the snark and sarcasm and finding it funnier than it is worrisome, the Nova grins and peeps up at Remi properly, wanting to shower him with kisses but knowing it's far too cold to emerge from the furs and blankets. Mm, making sure no one takes advantage of her being gone. That sort of thing. Happily clasped against his one and only, if it weren't for the truly desperate temperatures, he'd absolutely have been instigating one of Remi's internal suggestions. (The sex one, if it wasn't obvious). Deimos is arranging a meeting between the region leaders, too. We were going to use the refuge in King's End, and I'm going to spread word to the demigods to attend, too. And that means you, he might have added to be petulant, but decides against it. RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving