My mind is where it bent

Remi winced as the sound of Sam's stuttering increased. The alchemist knew little of speech impediments, but he assumed that Sam's speech was likely to degrade with his levels of upset or stress just as Remis did . "I tried." Remi implored unhappily. " I asked her to come down, but she refused. She has patients up there who need her. And I considered staying there with her, but I assumed you wouldn't like that. And--" Remi fished into his pocket, pulling out the black stone softly glowing green in the darkness. All was well. Upstairs anyways. . "I made this so that she could let me know if she needed help, or if I did. But the infirmary is not close. Anything could happen between the time she pressed the button and when I reached her." Remi sighed, running his fingers through curls that had begun to sprout feathers with his agitation. "She is a medic not a fighter Sam. What good would a weapon do her? At least as a lion she'd have those instincts. Or as a bird or raccoon she could hide." Wearily Remi regarded the pile of furniture that hid Sam. "Isla and I are just friends. We always have been. If I could make it not feel like that, I would. But I can't and neither can she. It was the only way to help her." remi Too long till I drown in your hands