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Remi was out doing Remi things, and so Ronin was home doing... Ronin things, he guessed. Quite when they had achieved this strange balance where one of them went out and the other stayed in, he didn't know, but he felt it had something to do with Aoife's schedule. Luckily enough, Ronin had rocked his daughter into dreamland a little while ago, and so he had settled back to practice a recently discovered skill. He could only work his astral projection, currently, if he remained stock still with his eyes closed, and even then it was a feat of concentration that took a lot out of him. Still, with practice he hoped that he and his starlight self might move in tandem. He was still a long way off that, of course, and for now Ronin was content to sit upstairs and navigate his projection around the guildhall while it was empty. Mostly empty. It was the spirit form of Ronin that spotted Remi as he staggered inside, and before Isla had a chance to get more impatient than she undoubtedly already was, the projection vanished and a soft thump sounded from upstairs - Ronin lurching off the bed. The hunter vaulted the last of the stairs to get to the ground floor, blue eyes electric with panic, bare feet audible on the wooden floor as he closed the distance between Remi and himself. "Remi... fuck, what happened to y-- no, never mind. Tell me later. Fuck." Ronin hissed in a breath between clenched teeth, gently clasping the alchemist's upper arms to try and see the bandages - and what might lay beneath them - a bit better. "How bad is it?" he asked, shooting a grateful glance up at Isla as he tried to coax Remi to his feet. RONIN Darkness is a funny thing. It creeps up on you.