cut our teeth and make our bones right here

Remi

Welcome to the wild, no heroes and villains
Welcome to the war, we've only begun

"If you...dropped it?" Remi hazards with a crooked smile, before his fingers are arranging the garment just so. It's both out of reverence and appreciation as much as because Grimm was a neat freak who had regularly taken it upon herself in the early days to beat Remi with rods of silver anytime he left his bed unmade.

Not holding his breath but not breathing either, Remi eyes the high and oppressively white walls of the medical wing with clear disdain and familiarity. "Will do." Resisting the urge to say something like home sweet home, or that's assuming I manage to make it back (Remi isn't superstitious, but he is a little stitious), he straightens abruptly at the sound of Isla's voice.

Knowing the drill backward and forward by now, the wendigo goes to the bed and sits himself down. With one hand he rolls up his sleeve to reveal an unimpressive bicep, and the other he tucks under one leg as if that might provide some small amount of security for Isla. 'That's two good mornings I've heard today.' He says with a small smile. "200% increase from yesterday."

Higher and higher you chase it
It's deep in your blood, go and take it

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!