WESSEX
Well at least Remi hadn’t gone out of his way for her. She follows him like a docile cat through the building until they come to the kitchen. Wessex watches with quiet fascination as he goes through a process to take out the items, then find his way back to her. She adjusts to suit his position. “It won’t hurt, but my skin can still be damaged. Technically. I’ve got a bag anyway.” Gingerly taking the ice from the alchemist, she puts the two shards into a leather bag, cinching the top shut. “Thanks, Remi. Let me know if you need anything.” What she could offer him, she doesn’t know, but it isn’t just lip service. Hopefully he knows that. “I can see myself out, no need to bother.”
She offers the both of them a small nod, then heads back to the door - still mindful of the potential dragon and the sleeping Aoife.
{FIN! YAY}
No, I’ll be the stone
I’ll be the hunter, a tower that casts the shade
I lie awake and watch it all
I’ll be the hunter, a tower that casts the shade
I lie awake and watch it all
