this ain't for the best

& all we are is skin and bone, trained to get along

Remi too slid along the wall of books on the opposing side, doing his utmost to not in any way touch the Launceleyn as he passed. He also did what he could to not look at Loren, thus not noticing the rhythm his fingers tapped out nor how he fidgeted in place. Halting at the sound of the question though, for a moment the alchemist's (now) broad shoulders tensed for a moment, before relaxing as he nodded. "Mmm, I did yes." Thank you? He wasn't really sure what sort of response Loren was looking for, and so, turning his head just over his shoulder and nodding still without meeting the Launceleyn's eyes, he moved towards one of the closest tables.

Putting down the book on wagons as well as several fairy tales he'd collected as he'd wandered around, he paused, trying to decide whether or not the prickle on the back of his neck was caused by Loren's gaze. In the end he decided it shouldn't didn't matter.