it's a long way home

"Hey!" Ronin protested, wrinkling his nose at the idea of using the title he'd been given in any sort of dick swinging contest. "I can be cold and sick without being a king, you know. As my husband you should want to coddle me at times like this right? Cough cough. Very unwell. Etc." His expression melted into a returning grin, and he winked at Remi as he shuffled closer to him. "You've had plenty of riding lessons, if I recall correctly," he commented. What would happen to Safrin, though? Ronin's brow furrowed as he gazed into the flames. "I hope that she does not befall the same fate she said would take me over," he muttered. As for the rest of the gods... Smiling sadly, he squeezed Remi's hand. "I hope so," he said, unable to give a solid reassurance. "I hope they care." RONIN Darkness is a funny thing. It creeps up on you.