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"Dismay, hmm?" Remi asked skeptically with a grin and shake of his head. Though she continued with the paternal suggestion, the way her honeyed voice latched on to the word made something in Remi shiver and withdraw. It wasn't just the strange sexual undertone, but a reminder of the man who had given him life and just what a terrible soul he was. That Remi could so easily be afforded the title of Father even jokingly made him realize just how far from deserving of that word his own father had been. Glancing over as she wrote, Remi tilted his head to better read the words. He waited until she was done before saying anything, and once she was, he reached out a hand to try and softly take one of hers. "I care for you as well. Which is why I do not wish for you to worry yourself on my account. If you want to help, perhaps you could simply try and find Loren. I have not had any luck, and if it is as you originally thought and perhaps my feelings might come back if I see him again, then that is an easier place to start than orchestrating a three-some to please a god." His lips quirked slightly even as his head shook. Given how stubborn Loren could be—if indeed stubbornness had anything to do with his disappearance—a three-some might well be easier. "And yes, please." Before Rexanna a pad of parchment would appear bound together by ribbon with a quill and pot of ink. It was small enough to be easily carried about, but large enough to write her messages easily enough. REMI I forgot what it was like, to think I found you finding me