it's a long way home

"Hey, you don't know what kind of powers my cloud has. Maybe it will fit two, and then I can practice all I want in the air with you," Ronin said, his tone utterly innocent and at odds with what he was suggesting; a skill that both men seemed to possess, to the hilarity of all. Sighing deeply, the hunter let the tension in his back and shoulders bleed away as Remi held his hand firmly enough that the tremors wouldn't be too much problem, and he raised a brow as he added flourishes here and there to... whatever he was doing. "Enjoying yourself?" he asked softly, not minding at all and tilting his head to rest it atop Remi's. "That would be damned useful, wouldn't it? If I rallied and got better just because Safrin was healed." It would also make a lot of sense, given how he had become sick as the goddess did, too. RONIN Darkness is a funny thing. It creeps up on you.