[ Ryoma closes his eyes, spending a moment of genuine reflection on Yoon's words. He's... coping, with the whole shinki thing. There's a fiercely independent piece of him that does not take standing as a subordinate for a stranger well, a deep-set pride that's soaked into his core and wrapped in his bones. The thought of being so helpless against someone else's whim, against someone else's fool-headed mistake... it hits that pride, that sense of self, and it strikes like a hammer against a nail, driving and hard, unavoidable.
It's too cheap to say he doesn't like relying on others--but he has no better words for it. The look on his face is contemplative and edging on annoyed, though not particularly at Yoon--at his unknown assailant, perhaps, or at the tenuous relationship shinki have with the world... still. He's almost grim in his resolve. ]
Is there anything particular to the ritual? Or is simple bathing in blessed water enough to stave off the blight?
[ It's more for himself than Hak, but hey, bonuses for Hak even if Ryoma doesn't intend them. Good job, Yoon. ]
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It's too cheap to say he doesn't like relying on others--but he has no better words for it. The look on his face is contemplative and edging on annoyed, though not particularly at Yoon--at his unknown assailant, perhaps, or at the tenuous relationship shinki have with the world... still. He's almost grim in his resolve. ]
Is there anything particular to the ritual? Or is simple bathing in blessed water enough to stave off the blight?
[ It's more for himself than Hak, but hey, bonuses for Hak even if Ryoma doesn't intend them. Good job, Yoon. ]