finding salvation

"I will hold you to that, Maeve, so I hope you are being sincere," Ronin says with a shit-eating grin, though his smile risks faltering at the mention of his husband. His sort of husband, at this point in his timeline. But also not at all. It's Ronin's fault, really - so comfortable had he become with her, he'd forgotten all about his troubles for just long enough to make comment about Remi without thinking. It's coming back to bite him now, but he does his best to bounce back. And it's comparatively easy, when they're suddenly so close to home. "Do you like me enough to let me lead us through this portal and back to Torchline?" he asks, holding out his hand for her to take once she's done releasing the hanging snake back into the grass. "This is it, yeah. It's been a heck of an adventure, though. Next time - if there is a next time - hopefully the Wilds will throw us somewhere just as nice, eh?" RONIN Darkness is a funny thing. It creeps up on you.