wonderland

say it's here where our pieces fall in place

Ambling home with most of the wine still in the bottle he'd brought—his mind having been buzzed enough with Phoebe's words alone—Remi heaved open the door to the guildhouse with a stifled sigh. Setting the bottle down onto the table, Remi tugged in a breath and held it. He could feel Ronin's rhythmic heart beating, but couldn't hear much from within the guildhall itself. Cocking his head to the side (and considering very strongly in that moment putting some sort of way-finder in their rings as well), the alchemist ruffled a hand through his curls. Not wanting to call out for risk of waking Aoife if she was asleep, Remi decided to try the places he thought he'd most likely find Ronin first: either by the fire, or in bed.

Though he hadn't wanted to comment, the alchemist wasn't ignorant of the changes taking over Ronin. He seemed more easily fatigued and sometimes his fingers shook. There was a darkness that settled over him like a shadow (perhaps noticed all the more keenly by the alchemist given his strange new sight), both in appearance and in mood. Still, there was no one Remi wanted to see more or to talk about his oh-so strange day with.