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

Grumbling in protest that he couldn't just remain sprawled on the floor, the wendigo does manage to sit up, albeit quite lethargically. "Am I at least credited somewhere in these papers?" Remi wonders vaguely amused. "I would guess not, as it isn't like I've consented to this, so.." He shrugs, more meaning his snark as just that rather than an actual commentary on his current prison sentence.

"Oh? Are you planning a vacation, or...?" Sitting up, Remi stiffens and stills, suddenly reaching out for one of Isla's hands. Entirely-human he presently was not, and so the warmth in his smile from before is noticeably lacking, though even as a wendigo apparently whatever barrier which had fallen between them he considered still lowered. "None of this continues without you, you know that right?" Though his eyes were no longer the colour of sea-glass, and though he could hear Isla's pulse as much as he could smell her shampoo, still he fought to at least not seem quite so monstrous.

"I don't play nicely here because I care about your papers or because I am interested in protecting those topside. I do it because of you."

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

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!