(SE) time of your life

He’s not well - Ronin has been around this sort of shitfuckery for long enough to know that much. ”No... not Isla,” he says slowly, casting a far-off look out towards the boat he’s got waiting for them, before carefully angling the nimbus around to take them back the way they’ve come. ”I guess I must have gotten more sleep than you, that’s all,” he says, letting his fingers wind loosely through the back of Remi’s hair. ”Come on, we’ll head back to bed, and see if you feel a little better after a nap?” He phrases it as a suggestion when really it’s more of a plan, the huntsman scanning the plains that sprawl over the lighthouse as if they might hold a clue (they don’t). ”Remi, do you know what season it is?” ronypony it's always nice to make an impression