[PQ] when prayer is not enough

that's the thing about pain // it demands to be felt

"Loren." The alchemist replied in a dry and wounded voice. Remi hadn't missed the fact that his tasks were solo ones (until now), and decidedly away from the summoner. Before he could say more, one of the book shelves began to tip. The decision between reaching out with his magic, or reaching out for his friend was an easy one. With arms extending instantly and wings suddenly around them like a shield, Remi flinched as he tried to wrap himself around the midwife to protect her from the initial and subsequent falling shelves as well as the debris.

As everything clunked and eventually settled, Remi released his hold and turned around with his lips parted. The alchemist wasn't one to swear, but he did mutter something under his breath as he gave Phoebe an apologetic wince. "Are you alright?" He asked, his wings disappearing back from whence they came. "Could have been worse, I suppose. Weren't you just saying you wanted to reorder the books?" He asked, trying to light the mood with a low laugh.

Strong as he was, Remi's energy would fade whereas his magic wouldn't. Righting the shelves with his telekinesis, he set about fixing the splintered and broken shelves and bookcases with bits of transmutation and creation magic, humming musically as he did so.

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ALCHEMIST

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