before the thunder

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving She paused, she objected, she continued to pace again. Ronin took a long, deep breath and let it out again, before moving to sink down in his seat once more, watching her with quiet blue eyes. "Amalia," he said slowly, "indulge me for a second, please? Imagine our roles were reversed. Imagine I was your friend, and I was saying all of this to you. What advice would you give me?" His brow furrowed at the mention of Delah, the hunter unable, really, to comment much on that given that he'd had no interaction with the Fae war chief. "I'd like to meet her as well, if it wouldn't be too difficult a thing to accomplish. I've barely been into the Greatwood since the barrier fell..." Other things on his mind, clearly.