it's a long way home

"No I will not. I am cold and sick and I can have a fire if I want one." Ronin smiled crookedly at his husband, hunkering down before the crackling flames and holding his hands out to warm his fingers. Snorting at Remi's comment, he shrugged his shoulders. "I will still happily be carried. If nothing more, it is a very useful safety feature, as demonstrated just  a little while ago." Another Safrin power, though... that certainly was interesting, and Ronin's smile softened a touch. "It must be. I definitely wasn't able to do it before," he murmured. "Maybe we can go out and I'll try to coax the poor thing back in a bit, yeah?" Reaching out, he took Remi's hand in his own, his fingers now pleasantly warm rather than cold and clammy. "Guess Safrin still has a bit of spark left, eh?" RONIN Darkness is a funny thing. It creeps up on you.