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I cannot see. The words were worse than the cries of pain, the way Remi gripped at his forearms. They sounded final, and Ronin had no doubt that they sparked a similar panic in the two of them. "Well," he said, forcing his voice to steady and giving his friend's shoulders a gentle squeeze, "it's an honour to be your eyes for the time being. Come on - let's sit somewhere I can take a proper look at you. Isla, too." He glanced up at the unicorn a touch questioningly, as if to ask if she would be able to repair whatever had been done to Remi. If the alchemist allowed, Ronin would carefully try to get him on his feet, an arm moving around him to hold him steady. From there he'd lead them to the fire, helping to settle Remi on one of the chairs before it; he'd be able to feel the warmth even if he couldn't see the flames. RONIN Darkness is a funny thing. It creeps up on you.