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 He couldn't smile of course, but internally Remi was beaming at the image of Phoebe holding the flowers so close to her chest. The alchemist was well aware that flowers were a cliche offering, but in this place with so few resources, he was at an absolute loss as to what else he might produce. As her finger extended, Remi held out a wing and tilted his head forward so make it easier for her hands to follow the lines of his feathers. There was nothing more uncomfortable that being 'pet' the 'wrong direction'; though with Phoebe it seemed there was no worry of that at all. Remi's beak parted slightly in a silent avian laugh as she mentioned seemingly like a crazy person. Fanning his wings slightly the hawk shook his head a distinctive no, before trilling brightly again. Desperately Remi wanted to shift back if only so that he could tell her that no, she was not crazy at all. To debrief about what had happened, and promise her that in his right state of mind he'd have never hurt her. He didn't think Celosia would have either, but it was as Phoebe had said. Something about the former-elementalism had seemed changed, and perhaps not simply by Frey's magic.