stars in her eyes

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving As always, Ronin had not expected an answer, and whenever he received one he felt humbled by it. Safrin's voice drifted over him like a balm, the guildmaster smiling softly and brushing his fingertips over Vanya's feather. "I wanted to," he murmured. "And it's the polite thing to do." Checking Aoife was alright, Ronin rose to his feet once more to regard the goddess with equal parts reverence and sadness. "You... you don't need to explain yourself to me. No one is to blame for what happened at LongNight." Except me. "And for all the things that did happen, Aoife was one of them. I can't be sad about that." He glanced down at his daughter, unable not to smile as he found her utterly transfixed by Safrin, her starry eyes wide. "Of course, I'd be honoured." Ronin carefully held her out for the goddess.