[se] baby that's the fun of me

Remi the Alchemist "these mountains that you are carrying, you were only supposed to climb" Remi's glass-green gaze scans Amalia's face. He sees the distance suddenly in her eyes and it makes him want to reach over and squeeze her shoulder. But...there is distance between them too; distance of worlds, of experiences. They are still hardly more than strangers and given the leopard's hesitation so far, the alchemist thinks it best to let this one go. Still, his heart reaches out towards her, even as his hands remain beneath his chin. With a squeal of joy, Aoife reaches out for Amalia's cheeks. In her tiny mind she equates this game with whiskers and she is eager to feel the whip-length of them beneath her palms. "This Deepfrost?" Remi clarifies. He's rubbish at guessing ages at the best of times, and though he thinks he and Amalia are close to the same age, almost anything is possible in this strange new world.