what we leave behind

VAI The huntress "Your hope is well founded. I'll do my best, too, for you to make it happen." Vai smiled gently across at the sleeping infant and the tinkling mobile overhead. Her tranquil thoughts were interrupted, however, by what sounded like a dying beast in Remi's stomach, and the witch was forced to hide her laughter behind her hand to avoid waking the baby. "I am pretty certain it wasn't me," she told him, motioning to her very obviously pregnant belly, before shaking her head. "Luckily you won't have to wait long for it," she said, nudging him gently. As the humour faded from the conversation, Vai's smile turned sad. Silently, she reached out to wrap her arms around Remi in a hug that was as much for her as it was for him. "Now is not the time to feel guilty about reactions you can't help," she said softly to him, holding him close and tilting her head to rest it against the alchemist's curls. "Apologise, when you're ready. But don't dwell on it, not when your heart is already so heavy."