Wasn't Expecting That

ronin A man unwilling to fight for what he wants deserves what he gets "Alas, no. Though you are right in that I do have a great many skills." Ronin chuckled, nodding to Remi and arching an eyebrow as he peeked over the counter and seemed suddenly so distressed. "Hey, it's alright. It's only a bit of frost and water..." Of course that was what he would say, paying no heed to whatever reality was numbing his toes and whatnot. Meanwhile, his hatchling had successfully made her way into Remi's pocket, wiggling around in there until her pale head popped up, her tail draping out still. Ronin resisted the urge to make a dragon in your pocket happy to see me joke, instead following after the alchemist and chuckling at how gingerly he was walking. "I am sure she appreciates your efforts not to squash her," he murmured, instantly moving towards the fire - it didn't matter if it was even stoked, Ronin could sense the warmth-to-be. And so could his dragon, for she trilled loudly up at Remi, wriggling further. She was stuck.