no rivers and no lakes can put the fire out

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving Ronin kept his gaze politely upon the water as Amalia shifted; he had not heard of course, that she was healed, and the memory of carting her around Torchline was still too recent. And when she spoke - well - it most definitely romantic. Ronin’s smile was bittersweet, his blue eyes glancing sidelong at her. ”It really fucking hurts, doesn’t it?” he said quietly. That silence was one he allowed to grow between them for a few moments, before he spoke again. An offer, a chance; screaming into the void; throwing bread from the Bone Bridge. ”Do you want to tell me about it?”