and I don't wanna let them down

the bastion

It was a weighty thing that Maea was describing, and yet, when laid out without all of the emotional trappings and the tension of the moments themselves, it was perhaps not such a large thing in the end.

During her retelling, Remi's face remained more or less neutral. Of course, he frowned or winced in the appropriate intervals, but he was careful to keep his expression from casting any sort of judgment onto any of the characters involved or their actions until all was said and done. When it was, he finally let his eyes drop from Maea's face onto his tea, now quite cold, before softly sighing and setting it on the table.

"I know what your letter said, but now that you're here and you've said it all, do you still want to know what I think?" Remi had learned, mostly from raising Flora, that there were times when sometimes listening and providing comfort was all that was really wanted and needed. Smoothly out the blanket on his lap as he turned to face her, Remi set his hands down with his fingers stretching towards her and his palms up, for her to take if she wished to try and offset whatever emotions had come up for her. "Either way, I'm here for you."

I got a feeling inside that I can't domesticate
It doesn't wanna live in a cage,
A feeling that I can't housebreak

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!