turning into something caustic

"You didn't mishear me." Ronin's tone was light, jovial almost to protect his daughter, but the continued glances between the two men would betray his fatigue and stress. "She arrived last night - a falling star from Safrin. I'm taking care of her from now on." Resignation in those words, rather than choice. He offered Sunjata a tight lipped smile, a suggestion that the two of them ought to have a long chat some time very soon. Then Seren was approaching, and Ronin rubbed at the back of his head. Jata looked uncomfortable, and as the girl's father he felt the need to come to his friend's rescue. "Maybe we should let him finish drying off, Seren?" he suggested. "He looks like he's walked a long way in the rain." And like he was hungover to fuck, and Ronin had a good idea why that might be, too. "This was the first place I thought of," he said by way of apology. "We couldn't go to the wagon. It was too small." And Remi was there. "I will be looking for somewhere more permanent, actually. You've just starting moving yourself here as well, right? Spied any decent places, guildmate to guildmate?" He smirked. RONIN Darkness is a funny thing. It creeps up on you.