these lies we tell ourselves

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving It's good to hear the other man speak, proving he really is through the worst of whatever has happened since Ronin was called to help. The Star is sitting up properly by now, stretching and ruffling a hand through dark hair that has no chance of falling neatly after a nap as deep as that one. Blinking dozily across at Tobi, he offers her a gentle smile in response to her somewhat flustered glance his way. "Magic," he explains, his tone warm and still riddled with drowsiness. "He's out of it now - I reckon the rest is up to you, doc." Tipping her a wink, Ronin rises to his feet with another yawn that he hides behind his hand. "I'll leave you to it. You know where to find me if you want to talk later, or if something else happens?" He assumes it will be fine, and he knows better than to crowd someone not long conscious.