She seemed to shift constantly between two people. One was the weird woman who saw without seeing, who drew cards and knew what was on them before either of them had turned it around, who seemed to know more about him than even he did. The other was just a girl who liked to play, who didn't seem to understand what was going on. Ronan watched her talk about playing around, smiling at him. He looked down at his card again and when he looked up she seemed to have matured again, telling him to keep the card as if it had always been his. He watched her, confusion on his face, as she explained what it was for but then stuck the card in his pocket. He had no idea what sort of game she was playing but, while confusing, it seemed fun enough.
Then he chose flame and he watched her set up a candle and he could smell something from it but the more the tried to focus on what it was the further away it got from him. His attention was pulled away from the smell as the fire was lite and the blind woman started to stare into the flickering flame. How it flickered there and remained alight when the cold Zi'da winds were cutting right through the streets of Scalvoris was a mystery to him. The confusion returned to his face when she spoke next. What had he lost? But she seemed to feel for his loss despite him not knowing what it was. More games then?
Her demeanor changed and she suddenly seemed to be distressed as she talked about cold and blood. His eyes widened in surprise as she mentioned the blood not stopping. How could she know? But then she continued and the blood wasn't him. Some woman, in whatever this blind lady saw, was bleeding and it wouldn't stop. It had nothing to do with him and his blood. She seemed to get very agitated at that, almost shouting at him that he needed to save whoever she saw in this flame of hers. Ronan quickly turned his head left and right to see if other people were watching how he'd upset this woman somehow. When he turned back, her hand almost slapped him as she tried to feel for him. Her eyes were normal, or at least, not washed over milky white anymore. Without thinking about it he softly grabbed her hand as he spoke. "I'm here, yes."
He felt her shiver in his hand, watched her as the little girl she was, lost and blind and obviously freezing. "Your mama? I err... Yeah, I can take you there."
He began to stand up, the card still in his pocket, the candle still burning between them. "What about your things?"
He waved at the cards and the candle, realizing that she couldn't see him do that. Or could she? "Your cards are still on the ground as is your candle..."
It felt odd, having to explain to someone what was so obviously right in front of him. "Here, before you freeze to death."
He took off his cloak and tossed it around the girl, wrapping her up in it. Giving his stature compared to the girl, it was multiple sizes too big for her, dragging behind her if she were to wear it. He quickly bent down and doused the candle with his fingers, simply squishing the flickering flame between thumb and index finger.