[SE] from me to you

"Oh yes, quite. How bloody dare I," Ronin says with a bright grin, raising his eyebrows at Amalia as if both surprised and impressed at the level of banter she's able to sustain these days. He remembers the soft spoken baker, but they have both come so far since then, and those memories seem quaint and distant. He can't help but laugh to see her so delicate as she opens his present, Ronin shaking his head. "Just rip the damned thing, Ama," he urges. As for what she'll do with it? Well, she has asked to be a part of the Dragoons' training, has she not? So within the packaging Amalia will find a set of leather training gloves. They are a dove grey bordering on white, to suit the Archangel, and will offer both protection and grip to her hands. "I wouldn't want you to chip a nail." He smirks. RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving