what we leave behind

As the mobile began to turn, the alchemist relaxed significantly, just as entranced by it as Aoife was likely meant to be. And just like that, he rolled over slightly, cradling her ever so gently, and set her into the basket. Tucking the blankets up around her small chin, Remi glanced toward Sugar and wagged a finger. "No cold air from you. Not even for the mobile. Understood?" Likely the dragonling would want to help too, but the last thing Remi needed was for the girl to catch a cold simply because her dragon was a bit too keen. Looking at the shirt, Remi nodded. Had he always been this sentimental? With the loss of his memories it was truly hard to know. And they were just shirts after all. It wasn't like they were ever going to be more than that now. "You hear that? Nana. Shall we shoot for that being your first word then?" Leaning back against the hearth, Remi raised his hands above his head, cracking his back and groaning. He hadn't realized just how stiff he was, but now with Aoife curdled up safely in her basket, his body was more than happy to remind him. R Ǝ M I How dare you say it's nothing to me baby, you're the only light I ever saw