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WESSEX out of the night that covers me The Wraith remains silent while Remi does his work, appreciative that they’re on the same page and doubly so for his willingness to give away his magic like this. It probably helps that she very rarely asks for anything from him. She places a mental note to immediately get on preparing the Rathskellar and to include some way to reinforce the door in said preparations. Once the alchemist is done, the Queen asks, “Test it?” Not that she doubted his work, but because it’s the smart thing to do. Wouldn’t want a malfunction when they need it the most. Placing a hand to the panel, she presses it gently into the area and - surprise, surprise - nothing happens. Stepping aside, she waits for Remi to do the same. /////// There’s that phrase again, Safrin protects her, as if there is no one else there who can, or is willing to. And she supposes that Ronin probably hasn’t been the best parent lately, but to think that Remi and Amalia and Deimos couldn’t…? It’s exceedingly curious. Her eyes narrow ever so slightly. “Got it.” She won't ask again. Maybe if worse comes to worse, she can have some sleeping potions made up for the like, five fucking kids in the Temple. He is probably right about the Steadman women and the kids, at least when it comes to following instructions, but as for the rest, she’s still highly skeptical. There’s a brief pause. She knows best of all that during LongNight, warrior-types don’t make a place safe, in the traditional sense of the word. But is there something else at work? “Remi. Are you… not saying something?” A vague question. But it’s a vague feeling. black as the pit from pole to pole i thank whatever gods may be for my unconquerable soul