#rohron

He doesn’t remember how it happened. No, not anymore. He’s bad at remembering stuff, even important things.

How many years had it been since he last saw her smile? Since the last time she called him an idiot, the last time she threw a teacup at him in a fit of anger.

It always rains on the anniversary of her death, and often he tries to avoid this day, yet somehow he feet always seem to take him to her grave. The one place that pains him more then any wound gained in battle ever could.

But when he arrives, there’s already someone waiting there, flowers in hand. There’s no doubt that it’s Mu.

He’s always there, as if he’s trying to convince himself that she’s not gone. It hurts seeing his Captain, his savior, looking lost and empty.

He doesn’t say anything as he approaches the grave, at least not at first. He prefers the silence and the sound of the rain rather then the strained and tired voice of Mu.

"Thanks for coming, Roh. I know it’s hard on you."

He’s right. It’s hard. So fucking hard on him. He hates this. Not a single day goes by that he doesn’t think of her, doesn’t think of the million different ways of how he could’ve kept her safe.

"I couldn’t keep my promise after all."

He was supposed to be there for her, he was supposed to protect her. Yet somehow she still slipped through his fingers. The only woman who ever loved him. The only woman who had never been frightened by him. The only woman who had let him into her heart besides her brother.

And he couldn’t do a damn thing.

She doesn't care about him, not in the slightest. At least, that's what she keeps telling herself as she's on the ground, eyes wide, tears streaming down her cheeks. It takes her a moment to move, to not be frozen in place, but with so much blood flowing from the man in front of her, she's stunned, because Roh never gets hurt, not even in battle. To her, he was nearly as invincible as her brother.

Even for a Fanalis, war could be a scary thing.

When they return to the ship, after changing out of her armor and into something more comfortable, she seeks him out, a basin of water in one hand, and a basket filled with clean clean cloths and bandages in the other. She's never this kind to him, but it's her fault he get hurt protecting her. She hadn't even noticed the magician coming up behind her, too enthralled by battle, the only thing she had been able to think about was hunting the prey.

She knocks quietly at the door, and she hears him yell back to enter. 'He probably doesn't even know it's me,' she thinks to herself. So when she does enter, she sees him sitting on a chair, cleaning the wounds on his arms, even ignoring the one on his back, that was much worse than the ones he was tending to.

'He probably can't reach his back.'

He turns to see who his guest is and upon looking at her he raises an eyebrow before turning away again. "What're ya doin' here?"

"Shut up, stupid." She crosses the room and takes her place behind him, setting the items down on the ground. Sighing, the lioness reaches for a cloth and soaks it in the warm water. "Just sit there and wait, I'll be gone soon."

She doesn't plan on staying long, she'll be out the door just as quickly as she showed up. His wound isn't bleeding anymore, but it's still much bigger than she thought it'd be, the attack probably would've caused much more damage to her, than it had to him. Carefully, she begins wiping away the access of blood, and anything else that could be caught in the gash.

His back tenses, but otherwise he doesn't show whether it hurts or not. "Ya don't have to do that. Actually, I'd rather ya didn't."

She glares at the back of his head, unable to help herself. "I told you to shut up, shithead."

Surprisingly, he does. They don't say anything else to each other, she just quietly cleans his wound and he just sits there, staring off at something in the room.

"I.." she begins, not really knowing what to say as she places the cloth back into the basin of bloodied water and reaches for the bandages. She's never apologized to Roh, not for anything, and the words are sour as they leave her mouth. "I'm sorry.. i-it's my fault you got hurt."

He shrugs, "s'fine."

But it's not fine, at least not for her. She's the guilty one here, what if he had died in her place? She'd never be able to accept that, she'd be unable to live with herself, not after something like that. Now that he's bandaged she smacks the back of his head, a glare on her face.