[SEASONAL EVENT] Diamond Dust

what. "Oh," Ronin said as Remi turned away, the guildmaster half propped up by the snowdrift he'd collapsed into and not feeling as though he was in any position to help, even if he wanted to. The world kept swimming in and out of focus, and as Remi's words filtered in through his ears (ear, rather, he was sure one had a ruptured eardrum) he couldn't help but let out a weak cough of a laugh. "Oi, it's dead isn't it? What more you want?" he asked, rubbing at his eyes and finding them wet with tears as well. "Fuck," he mumbled, as though that adequately explained how he was doing. "We... we need to get out of these woods, Remi. Thanks for your help back there, by the way... and for staying." He tried for playful reproach in his last words, given that Ronin had told him not to.