[PQ+] there's gold in the dirt

Between the jolly bunch of them, they seem to have it down to a fine art. Well. An art. The smoke hazes everything, Frey appears (and disappears again), Remi is sending some weird and absolutely inappropriate thoughts and images his way, and then he becomes a man again before their eyes. Ronin is already on the move, his gaze on the patch of jungle further out where the tiger might still be prowling. But it’s his husband he moves towards, dropping to one knee beside him and reaching out to help him sit up properly. ”Let me see,” he says of the alchemist’s throat, frowning at the deep gouges from claws and wrinkling his nose. He glances down at his wrist, at the constellation that could help. But there’s also the other thing, but he’s already dropped that bomb on them once. He doesn’t want to risk another supernova unless the tiger really is sticking around. So he reaches into the pack he carries, working on bandaging the wound for the time being. ”We should fall back,” he agrees with Zeph - a surprise, perhaps, but this is starting to play out exactly as his previous jungle mission did. Ronin helps to bandage Remi’s neck and suggests they go back as well. RONIN Darkness is a funny thing. It creeps up on you.