but you can make me a drink

remi The higher I climb the farther I fall when I do "Do you?" Remi repeated, not meaning to sound as exasperated as he was. Because only moments before the summoner had said it wasn't worth going back out for Cera. Outside better, he thought he words were. Took the rathskeller with it. There was so much to unpack, that Remi had to grit his teeth lest he say something stupid. He had to remind himself that shells were fragile, so white-knuckled his grip had become. But only one thought was solidifying in his mind. Only one, knowing that Loren and everyone else was alright. The summoner wasn't make much sense anyways, he wasn't so sure a continued conversation was smart, but then again what Remi was planning on doing wasn't either. "Okay. Loren, I am glad you are safe." A pause. Had Loren been there, he'd have known instantly what it was that the alchemist was planning. I was writ clear on his face, in the stupidly large sea-glass stare, the fluttery eyelashes, the rosy cheeks. "I will check in with you after." So saying he walked back into the other room. The summoner would hear the noise, would know Remi was no longer alone, though he wouldn't be able to hear the silent stream of words sent out to his fellow attuneds.