There are the sound of hooves, stumbling, a muffled curse and then a loud sigh. Slowly with hands fumbling the locks are undone and the door opens. As it pulls back and the moonlight behind Wessex spills in, it reveals the shape of the alchemist mostly as the ascended had left him.
Except for his sight.
Still there are bandages wrapped around his eyes and forehead to stop the bleeding. Perhaps most shockingly of all are the red roses of blood that have bloomed over his eyes; a picture of blindness. Looking too high with one hand on a unicorn that stands midnight-blue in the light, the alchemist swallows and tilts his head towards the mythical creature as if listening (which in fact, he is). The ascended, she is here for what you promised her. Nodding gently, Remi 'turns' his sightless stare back towards the open door.
"Wessex." He murmurs, trying on a small smile. "Aoife is asleep, so please be quite, but come in. I have what you requested." The musicality of the alchemist's voice is all but gone. Now the strange accent sounds hollow in the wake of the enormity of healing that his body must do.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
