REMI
Remi chuckles, crouching a little lower as he braces his hand beneath Maea’s to help her up, his grip warm and careful even as his grin edges on smug. "Fair enough," he says, eyes crinkling. He gives her hand a light squeeze before releasing it, but not without first giving her a once-over—not as a show, but with the gentle attentiveness of someone who’s seen enough crashes to know that the adrenaline sometimes masks the worst parts. Only when she seems properly steady on her feet does he straighten up again, brushing a bit of dust off her shoulder.
"Sounds like the crowd loved you, though," he adds, tipping his chin toward the stands. Then, with a softer smile, he glances toward the arena’s edge, where Ronin waits. "You’re welcome to come watch the rest with us, if you’re not too bruised for company," he offers, before walking with her out of the ring.
~FIN
"Sounds like the crowd loved you, though," he adds, tipping his chin toward the stands. Then, with a softer smile, he glances toward the arena’s edge, where Ronin waits. "You’re welcome to come watch the rest with us, if you’re not too bruised for company," he offers, before walking with her out of the ring.
~FIN
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.
