ashes, ashes, we all fall down

Not that Remi was one for battles as it was, but he'd certainly learned how to pick them since Ronin developed the blight. Months before he might have pressed his husband or at the very least nudged him in the ribs for his eyeroll. As it was, the alchemist simply added the feeling of disquiet and upset to the growing pile and nodded silently.

"Thank you for coming Amalia..." ..and I am sorry for.. Remi wouldn't apologize for Ronin, but the silent emotional pulse of grief and confusion hopefully at least gestured at what he meant. It is the blight talking. Not him. She'd know that of course, but he felt like it needed saying, if only silently.

Standing, the alchemist would see the baker out with whispered words to confirm their plans, before returning back to the fireplace and his infinitely grumpy spouse.

~FIN

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

Coding base by Sky!