The emotional equivalent of a half-smile met Amalia's pulse of concern. There was not much to say after all, that hadn't already been said. The evidence was there before Amalia, and just as she silently concluded, Ronin did indeed look like shit.
I know she said. And then Vi spoke to me.
Shooting Ronin a glance that seemed both skeptical and confused, Remi pulled in a breath as he moved to reclaim his seat by the fire. Drawing his knees up to his chest and crossed his ankles one over the other, Remi tilted his head in a decidedly avian gesture in Amalia's direction. "The gods are chatty." He quipped dryly, unable to get his hopes up about what the baker was here to say. Were it good news, her face would not have been so stony, he was sure.
I know she said. And then Vi spoke to me.
Shooting Ronin a glance that seemed both skeptical and confused, Remi pulled in a breath as he moved to reclaim his seat by the fire. Drawing his knees up to his chest and crossed his ankles one over the other, Remi tilted his head in a decidedly avian gesture in Amalia's direction. "The gods are chatty." He quipped dryly, unable to get his hopes up about what the baker was here to say. Were it good news, her face would not have been so stony, he was sure.
I forgot what it was like, to think I found you finally
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
