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

Not able to help the way his lips tremble with the force of his smile or how deeply his cheeks dimple, Remi speechlessly nods as he fights to swallow past the sudden lump in his throat.

Standing slightly taller as Isla approaches, feeling unfairly wary of her, Remi looks at her thoughtfully before shaking his head to try and absolve her of her worries. "Luckily being a wendigo mutes most of the physical effects of changing back." He says softly, despite the muted cameras. "And as for how it feels...I am not so sure that is the sort of thing you could fix with any amount of tinkering." Not with chemicals, anyway.

For the second time in as many hours fingers tangle through his curls, and the physical response that shoots through him is instantaneous and demanding. Closing his eyes as a flush streaks across his cheeks and his stomach tightens, the wendigo barks a low laugh as he manages to meet Isla's gaze. "Well that's ironic." He says, of looking like an angel.

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

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!