quarter past midnight

R E M I With a sad smile the alchemist leans against her touch, shrugging lightly (which only causes the smile to turn into a wince, as the flesh of his shoulder tightens painfully). "My normal heroic things, mmm?" He asks, giving her a pointed look over his shoulder before chuckling. "You know, I absolutely never intend to." Remi adds with a wistful chuckle. And, despite all the strange situations he finds himself in, that is still absolutely the truth. "Oh, not my beautiful shirt." Rolling his eyes playfully, he endures her help best he can. It is the second time in as many days that it has had to be re-dressed, and even Remi knows that isn't a good sign. "Isla tried to heal it, but..she cannot. Or at least, not more than it is now." He admits softly. Loren could, but just now, asking the summoner for help wasn't exactly an option.