and on to the glory at my right hand
"Listen, as a matter of fact, we haven't noticed anything up in the mountains until very recently." Ronin huffs and moves to take a seat at the bar, hoping the whiskey Flora is pouring for them will do something to connect the dots between his brain and his mouth. "And no, you're right. This was the first time he'd seen you hurt when you channelled him, though," he points out.
Accepting the glass and taking a grateful sip of liquor, he scrunches his nose in response to her smirk and clears his throat, setting the whiskey back down. "Of course I'm not jealous," he lies says haughtily, though he can't hide his smile at this point either. "If you did ever channel me though, I can heal as well as beat things up."
Accepting the glass and taking a grateful sip of liquor, he scrunches his nose in response to her smirk and clears his throat, setting the whiskey back down. "Of course I'm not jealous," he lies says haughtily, though he can't hide his smile at this point either. "If you did ever channel me though, I can heal as well as beat things up."
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