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Remi’s grin turns impish at once, his brows bouncing as if he’s been waiting for exactly this opening. "Oh, that part I already have covered," he says lightly, leaning back in his chair. Before she can ask what he means, Remi begins to partially shift. From his sides, several tentacles unfurl, smooth and controlled, looping forward to cradle an invisible weight against his chest with surprising gentleness. He adjusts them instinctively, one supporting, another bracing, the whole tableau unmistakably domestic despite the absurdity of it. "See?" he says with a boyish grin, pride and humour tangled together. A heartbeat later the magic recedes, the tentacles dissolving as neatly as they appeared, leaving him exactly as he was before, save for the pleased curve of his smile.

At her suggestion about bribing the cows, he laughs softly and shakes his head. "If we do that, they will simply come running every time they see Ronin or me," he points out, fond resignation colouring his tone. "I suspect they are clever enough to remember such things." He considers it a moment longer, then shrugs. "If I wraith about a bit, that should keep them at a respectful distance, even if animals are rarely as frightened of ghosts as people are." A pause, and then another small smile. "That, or Ronin being a dragon. That usually convinces most creatures to rethink their choices."

Her words draw his attention back to her fully, brows lifting as he repeats them quietly, "Before the end of the season?" He inhales, the weight of it settling with a mix of awe and careful concern. "Do you have everything ready at home? For when she decides she's bored of using you as a trampoline?"

There's a rhyme and reason to the wild outdoors
When the heart of this star-crossed voyager beats in time with yours

Code stolen from Queen Sky