the dying sun illuminates so much

Safrin "Yes well. Just so long as you remember who to blame when you're blistered and burned." She cautioned. Despite the gentleness of her tone, wisdom would suggest she'd not be this kind if a repeat of Ronin's actions came to pass. "Careful Ronin." Safrin's voice was sing-song, but the melody was not an entirely worry-free one. Her love for her star was not a mortal love. She'd indeed see him burn for his indiscretions if it came to that. "You do indeed. Best we get back." The world around them would collide, a galactic symphony composed of cathedrals of starlight and shadow. Ronin would find himself on the beach where he had been with Remi precisely as he had been. For the alchemist only mere seconds would have passed since Ronin's disappeared with Safrin.