sail on new beginnings

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving "Yeah, you should hear her when she's hungry," Ronin said with a cackle, glancing over his shoulder to where Aoife was curled up in the crook of Melita's arm, cooing up at them and grinning like butter wouldn't melt. She most certainly wasn't to be trusted, and Ronin adored her for it. The thanks weren't necessary and Ronin could only nod a you're welcome to her, moving to sink down in his favourite seat beside the fire, not that he needed its warmth these days. He motioned for the empty seat opposite him, or anywhere she cared to make herself at home. "It's settled, then. I look forward to seeing what you bring back!" He nodded up at the walls, littered with trophies of things that went bump in the night.