ashes, ashes, we all fall down

The men are awake, already discussing the topic Amalia has come about. The gods on either side were apparently keen on sharing, for Samuel had just been and gone to inform Remi that yes, indeed, the ascendeds had been the carries of the blight into the Greatwood. The Voice was the cause of it. What that meant for them (for Ronin, the sickness, the fate of all the alchemist held dear), was currently up for debate.

And so as Amalia pushed her way into the guildhall she'd see Ronin and Remi at the far end, stooped together around a crackling fire. Jaw clenched and with a hand on Ronin's shoulder, Remi's too-pale eyes rose at the sound of someone pushing their way inside. Definitely not in the mood for visitors, nor having the patience to let his husband handle any king-related matters, the alchemist gave the Fallen Star's shoulder a squeeze as he stood. "I will handle it." He said softly, before moving to turn away whomever it was letting themselves in.

Seeing that it was Amalia, the alchemist's features softened somewhat. "Amalia.." He greeted gently, the corners of his lips twitching upwards in a weary smile. "We were just.." With a sigh, Remi ran a hand up the side of one unshaven cheek, slowly shaking his head. "Come in. Sam was just here. There is something you should know." He said, before calling over his shoulder to Ronin: "It is Amalia. We should tell her."

I forgot what it was like, to think I found you finally

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