[SE] from me to you

Ronin doesn't need to be Attuned to know that he's upset Amalia, and he has to carefully look away from the cell lest he abandon his own safety and try to reason with the guards. Gritting his teeth, he follows after her and rakes a hand through his dark hair, only to skitter to a halt when she rounds on him. She's angry and she has every right to be, but Ronin can't do anything about it. He can't, and it is horrible, but this is how it is. "I defied Safrin and she took everything from me," he blurts, his hands held up as if Amalia might take it out on him now. "The light, the stars, the projection, it's gone. It's gone until she decides it's back," he tells her, a helpless laugh lacing through his words, like he's reminding himself of that sorry fact. He also realises, in that moment, that he's still holding the wrapped parcel for her. "And I got you a present." RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving