Proper Introductions

remi I had a dream about a burning house. You were stuck inside, I couldn't get you out I lay beside you and pulled you close. And the two of us went up in smoke Remi had left things for a few days. Partially that was due to the fact that it was hard to know where everyone had settled, but also because of the trauma that the young woman had suffered. Though Remi was the opposite of whatever masculine stereotypes existed, he was still a man, and one that Phoebe had been forced to see naked, and be seen naked. Of course as Frey had pointed out, neither Pheebs nor Cel were particularly his type, and even if the blonde woman had caught that comment by the deity, it probably would have offered her little comfort. And so the alchemist had waited and considered. Eventually Remi had risen and gone out to pick flowers. Though it was perhaps a completely inadequate offering for what Phoebe had gone through, it was one of the few things the alchemist could think of that didn’t solely rely on some aspect of his personality. Not only did he pluck blossoms that were eye catching, he also grabbed a few herbs that he knew would make nice teas, if the woman was in to that sort of thing. And so, with the bundle clutched between his talons, the alchemist flew towards the house he’d seen Phoebe frequent. He’d done so as a man just in case word had gotten out about what had happened; better that an anonymous animal be seen, than the man who might have been forced to sleep with the young woman. Dropping the parcel of petals onto her stoop, the hawk leaned forward and tapped on the door with his beak before taking flight and landing in the tree that grew just aside the door.