[PQ+] there is a light that never goes out

Let's not get lost in the dark blue
But darling if we do, just find me and I'll find you

Remi eats quietly but contentedly, even if his conversation is more nods and murmurs than flowing words. The warmth of the soup cuts through the chill with pleasant efficiency, and he listens with an easy half-smile as the others talk—weather, roofs, Stormbreak storms. He doesn’t have much to add, not in the moment, but there’s a comfort in simply being among them, even if his small talk leaves much to be desired.

Once their bowls are cleared and the drizzle has softened to something more like mist than rain, Remi rises with a lazy stretch, rolling his shoulders beneath the cling of his damp shirt. Oria pokes her head out from the collar, leafy antennae twitching in protest as she peers around at the gloom like a small, offended queen.

Back in the clearing, his gaze lands immediately on the fallen branch—a limb thick as a boulder and sprawled directly where they need to work. He exhales through his nose and tips his head, already stepping toward it. "Hey, Kaisel," he calls over his shoulder with a grin, slowing only long enough to glance back at the Dragoon. "Give me a hand? You get one end, I’ll get the other."

A few more steps bring him to the branch, where he squats low and tests its weight with a casual hand. Not unmanageable—not for him, anyway—but it never hurts to have help.

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Remi goes to the branch and asks Kai to help him!

the bastion

Styling stolen from Sky (obviously)