it's a long way home

"We really ought to find out what that mythical winged lion thing is," Ronin said mildly, squeezing Remi's hand back and lifting it to press a kiss against the back of his palm. "Perhaps we can take Aoife to the Atheneum one of these days. I'm sure she'll love how quiet it is." Laughing, he obediently shuffled back over to his seat and sank into it, though not before ensuring that Remi was coming with him. Humming out a sigh of agreement, he flashed the alchemist a cheeky grin. "You are absolutely right," he agreed. "Though that does mean when you decide to lend a hand, it is all the better." Falling quiet so they could bandage up his arm, Ronin held the injured limb out for Remi to see to. "At least it was only my arm," he muttered. RONIN Darkness is a funny thing. It creeps up on you.