My mind is where it bent

Vai gave the alchemist an unimpressed look. She was too busy to say more than a few words, but the summary of what she had to express was clear enough. Sam was in one of the back rooms, thinking the very worst. Rushing to where the huntress indicated he could find his...his...—well, more on that soon—Remi dashed into the room despite the overwhelming bout of dizziness that suddenly swept over him. That was why as he immediately knelt next to the bookmaker, he sort of collapsed into it. Skin pale, forehead slightly dewy and his breathing laboured and weary, Remi ran his hands over Sam's shoulder and back, whispering hushed encouragement and reassurances. "Sam, I am so sorry." He whispered, leaning down to press his lips against the bit of Sam's cheek he should reach, exhaling warmly against him and closing his eyes with a soft sigh. Remi had never before felt so tired. But that hardly mattered now. "I just went to see Isla in the infirmary to make sure she was alright. I should have told you where I was going." He continued, a hand moving to stroke through Sam's hair should he allow it. "I did not think.." Flinching at the sound of his own words, he could practically hear Jigano laughing at him. The worst part was, it was true. Remi just hadn't thought, and it was Sam who was paying for it. remi Too long till I drown in your hands