[SEASONAL EVENT] Wakey Wakey

The sound of a familiar voice - one that he hadn't heard in over a week, granted - had Ronin's head snapping up, the guildmaster cracking a delighted grin as he spotted the Launceleyn. He was dressed in a large sweater with its fair share of holes, but damn it if it wasn't warmer than some of the other garments he had, and his hair and overall appearance suggested he might have just rolled out of bed as well. He hadn't, obviously, but trekking out into the Woodlands for snow moss seemed to give the same dishevelled effect. "I always knock - when I'm in someone else's home," he said, winking and straightening up from the ground. He crossed the room to help her sit up, planning to pour her a cup of water from the jug beside the bed (he replaced it regularly to keep it fresh), but a distinct creak caught his attention as he did so. Ronin zoned in on the floorboard like it had personally offended him. "Aha!" He turned, withdrew a piece of charcoal from his pocket and sketched an X onto the troublesome board, before straightening to regard Edrei again. "How are you feeling?" he asked. TALIESIN SO LOOK, AND CONNECT WE'RE REFUSING TO RUST HEALING HAS TO BEGIN IN THE PAST