the baffled king composing hallelujah
Four - four was plenty, four was-- ah. Two, then. Ronin couldn't hide the way his shoulders slumped ever so slightly at hearing that Remi had given up half of his reasonable skill to Zariah and received a burn for his trouble. If it weren't for the injury on his chest, he'd have been holding the alchemist a great deal closer.
"Well, then... let's make sure she can't get any more out of you. This season, or any other," he mumbled, his fingers smoothing through Remi's curls. "Can you create something, do you think, that we might be able to put around the perimeter of a building, to prevent an Abandoned from entering without permission?"
"Well, then... let's make sure she can't get any more out of you. This season, or any other," he mumbled, his fingers smoothing through Remi's curls. "Can you create something, do you think, that we might be able to put around the perimeter of a building, to prevent an Abandoned from entering without permission?"
