oh worm

Ronan's ears tilted, catching the soft lilt of a tune he didn't recognise. He hadn't expected to come across anyone else here, but he was starting to suspect that assuming as much just ensured someone was in fact around. As if the cosmos was making a mockery out of him, nothing new there. The voice came again, soft and gentle, a natural tone that would be well suited to offering comfort to those in their last moments, life fleeting. Not that many received such a reassuring end, he knew his would be violent, felt it in his bones.

He spotted her then, through the darkness, his eyes adjusting about as much as they could given the lighting. She wasn't alone, had a sort of rabbit with her-which he assumed was Ears.

"Just me." He came to a standstill, the shadows still encompassing his form, just close enough she could see the outline of his figure. The red of his eyes and markings.