[Ronan sighs, because five minutes doesn't seem like near enough time. Then he disintegrates, his skin turning to stardust beneath Noah's hand. He's not gone, though. The glimmering shape of him collapses into a single star, an intangible source of warmth that flickers across Noah's skin in a movement that's as near to a caress as soft radiation is capable of expressing.
Ronan's mind is still here, and he's calmer in this form. It's hard to worry about stuff involving the physical body when the physical body isn't being occupied. He'll stay with Noah the whole way, a firelight floating lazily near his hair. It seems unfair to leave him alone to it.]
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Ronan's mind is still here, and he's calmer in this form. It's hard to worry about stuff involving the physical body when the physical body isn't being occupied. He'll stay with Noah the whole way, a firelight floating lazily near his hair. It seems unfair to leave him alone to it.]