the monsters turned out to be just trees

hope keeps us breathing, just to kill us in the end

In any other moment Remi would have been touched to see the summoner so unconsciously offering affection to the young luxere. He might have made some sort of quip about what Loren would and wouldn't touch, pushing the issue of how adorable raccoon-Remi really was, and so on. As it was, the alchemist merely stared blankly, pale eyes not quite blind, but also not quite seeing.

Furrowing his brows with a lazy sort of confusion, the alchemist merely shook his head softly. "About what?" He asked simply, as if genuinely unsure.