things that haven't happened yet

This scar I can't reverse, when the more it heals the worse it hurts

Remi notices the wariness in Liam's expression and can't help the quiet, understanding smile that forms on his lips, though it never fully reaches his eyes. The Bastion had been the Lullaby not terribly long ago, and his arrival normally brought death with it, so he was more than used to not being greeted with warmth. So it is that Remi approaches calmly, movements deliberate but relaxed, making it clear he's not here to cause trouble. Reaching out to take Liam's hand, Remi's grip is firm but gentle, his palm calloused from years of work, and his magic carefully held back to avoid sharing the weight of his own emotions.

"Remi Taliesin," he replies simply, sea-glass eyes meeting Liam's gaze directly. "I used to live in the Greatwood, but it's been a long time now." He pauses, his smile turning faintly nostalgic as he glances up briefly at the crimson river flowing overhead, before returning his gaze to the soldier. "These days I spend most of my time in Torchline, but it's good to visit now and again. I hope your village isn't overwhelmed by all of us outsiders." His tone remains light, though there's a subtle seriousness beneath it, acknowledging that the influx of visitors probably isn't entirely welcome.

"I suppose this is what it must have been like for the fae all those years ago, when everyone started to wander into the Greatwood."

REMI