My mind is where it bent

The alchemist ran a hands across his eyes as he made his way back from the Infirmary. Without the rising and falling of the sun Remi had absolutely no idea what time it was, and given his recent blood-loss and all the drama of the proceeding few days he had no idea if his body needed sleep because of the hour, or simply because of everything else that was sapping at his energy. Pale from Isla's bite and weariness, Remi walked back slowly and silently towards the Rathskeller. He hadn't told anyone where he had been headed, as Isla had pointed out. So where Vai might have noticed his absence and decided to let him make his own choices, something told Remi that Sam would be less inclined to view Remi's disappearance favourably. Especially in light of the conversation between them that had gone unresolved. And so, weary though he was, Remi searched for Sam. remi Too long till I drown in your hands