it's a funny old world

Ronin had been about to step forward to find more blankets when, out of nowhere, Remi got the job done. "Where would we be without your magic?" The guildmaster shot his friend a wry smile, then plopped down onto the blankets with obvious exhaustion. Ronin didn't think he'd ever looked or felt more tired, in fact, though he was unsure if he would be able to drop off and get even a wink of sleep. But he had to try. Unlacing his boots and setting them to one side, his smile softened as he watched Remi interact with his daughter. "Did you ever want children?" he asked softly, the question slipping out unbidden. "I ask only because of how good you are with them..." Indeed, Remi was absolutely a natural in a way that Ronin still wasn't sure he could emulate. ronin the long and lonesome road