we'd play with shields made of stone

REMI

the bastion

Darling, you never could scare me
Set me ablaze like you do

From inside of the houseboat, Isla will hear the soft flutter of wings followed by one of Oria's characteristic trills of acknowledgement before things seem to go quiet. Having been dozing when Vox's broadcast rudely shook him from sleep, Remi had awoken to find a note from Ronin explaining he was going out (with a winky face next to it which might have indicated any number of things), the Bastion was left alone to grumble and clench his jaw with no one but Oria for company. In the aftermath of his abrupt rousing, Remi had decided a shower might offer at least a few moments of relief, though he doubted hot water alone could ease the tension coursing through his muscles. Still, there was comfort in the steam curling around him, in letting the patter of water distract him from the coiled knot of worry behind his ribs.

So it was that Remi answered the door with a towel around his waist and his curls plastered to his forehead, ushering Isla inside of the Northaven before too much of the chill from outside could ruin the brief trickle of relaxation he'd been afforded. Having thought that it would be Ronin banging on the door, perhaps having forgotten his keys, the Remedy would see Remi's expression go from confused to boyishly delighted at the sight of her, before turning vaguely embarrassed to be wearing so little.

"Hey," seeming to consider giving her a hug before thinking better of it given how damp he still was, Remi flashed her a crooked smile before inclining his head back toward the shower and the still running water, as if to explain. "-give me one sec. Make yourself at home."

I'd walk over coals in my bare feet
If that gets me closer to you

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!