REXANNA
paint my spirit gold
Silently, Rexanna thanked all the gods of Caido that Remi had answered, and despite the greeting Rexanna knew deep down he couldn’t be back to himself. She wasn’t even back to her own self after everything, she’d simply changed. Became different. Adapted. Perhaps that was what Remi was doing now, adapting and changing with the circumstances stacked against him. And if she could help just a little bit, to ease some of the burden, who was she to say no? She stepped in, her gaze flickering from his face to the child as she offered him a smile of greeting.“I brought some things I thought you might need.” She began, stepping into the doorway and closing the door so Remi wouldn’t have to with Aoife in his arms. “I brought her some extra soft blankets and a small little rattle toy I found.” She said, gesturing to the bundle in her arms of the soft blankets and tiny handle of a toy peaking out from beneath. “I meant to come check on you earlier but everything… well, you know.” She ended awkwardly, rambling off before turning her attention back to him.
“But how is she doing? How are you doing?” She asked, a smidge of concern hiding in her sapphire gaze as she looked from Aoife to Remi. The child was healthy and happy it seemed, but Remi seemed to still harbor those shadows in his eyes – similar ones that she bore in the dark long nights, and she knew that those never truly went away.
