[Training] a pocket full of mumbles

The alchemist raises a brow, surprised that it's over. Ronin had come home looking like all hell, but then, he knew what he was doing. "Ahh, it's been a while since I"ve been able to bask in the glow of such praise." Remi shot back with a smirk. "Please." He heartily agrees, following Sunjata's example and unwrapping his hands. It feels strange for his fingers to move again, and he cracks each joint with a satisfying pop. "So you're all settled in here then?" The alchemist asks, nosing towards the interior of the ring where Ronin has told him the flood has been living. Remi isn't one to judge of course, and it's a far shout nicer than the wagon he and the hunter have found themselves in anyways. R E M I I followed your ashes into outer space