[se] as if maybe someone could hear

cut up our losses into doable doses

ration our tears and sighs

The lantern Remi was creating for Aoife was needlessly complex, large, bulky, and currently not in any sort of working condition. There wasn't even really any place for a candle to sit in it, though that part would come later.

Now that he and Ronin (and Seren) lived in a house closer to the lighthouse ("lived in" very loosely applied, with the wagon out front Remi still spent most of his time in and around that), the alchemist was spending more and more time on the rocky bluffs. Sat near Aoife's grave marker, the alchemist was tinkering away, muttering things under his breath towards the blue-blossoms that he'd made sprout near the grave as if the girl could still hear.

Remi

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