shut the door & cut me open

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving Glancing up at the sound of an all too familiar voice, Ronin glanced over his shoulder and smiled beneath the scarf wrapped about his neck and the lower half of his face. "Hey," he chirped brightly in response, straightening up with his shovel in hand and raising an eyebrow as Remi fluttered his eyelashes. "Did some of the snow fall in your... oh..." Frowning at first, as if he couldn't quite believe it, Ronin leant in a touch closer. Clear, sea-glass green stared out at him, as bright and colourful as he had always remembered. "Remi... did you...?" Had he been able to find a way to get his sight back? Properly? "Did you make something? Or... a healer...? You didn't make a deal with a god did you?"