Instinctively Remi reached a hand out to try and locate the fox in the blackness that was now his worldview. Gently the alchemist shook his head at the sound of the apology, worry writ on his features. "It does not matter." The alchemist replied, his hand still seeking out some part of the fox. "The important thing is that you are alright. Are you? Did she...when she took you, did she hurt you?"
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
