but you can make me a drink

remi The higher I climb the farther I fall when I do Oh, news got back to Remi alright. News that a concussed Loren was on the phone shell. Retreating to one of the smaller rooms off of the kitchen if only so that the hustle and bustle of all those in the greatroom wouldn't prove to be too much of a distraction, the alchemist placed the shell before himself—it was a magic shell, not a cell phone. he could hold it however he wanted—and spoke normally. "Loren? They said you were hurt? Is everything alright?" He asked, brows furrowed with concern, not that the Launceleyn would be able to see. Though worry had crept into his voice the alchemist did his best to keep himself from sounding overly protective or frantic, regardless of how his heart had jumped into his throat hearing Loren's admittedly strange tone.