Well Shit...

Remi did continue to sleep, for a time. The drugs Isla had given him (that he'd help make in fact) were quite powerful. The alchemist's body was happy to have the respite to try and heal itself, working off of the head start that Isla had given in. Even so, his skin had been badly torn and shredded by the bear's claws, and while it was true that Isla was skilled, there was only so much she could do with what she had at her disposal. Red flowers of blood blossomed through the bandages at his sides, and even as Devrum gently tucked the sheets around Remi's body, in his deep slumber Remi winced and moaned softly. As if from far, far away, the bear-mans voice drifted into Remi's slumbering subconcious, gently rousing and stirring him towards wakefulness. Lashes fluttering languidly, Remi squinted into the light of the room, turning his head slowly to see Devrum pulling back after having further tucked him into the bed. Wincing away from the not-so gentle feeling of the rag, Remi tried to recoil but found his ribcage entirely against the idea. With a soft gasp of pain, Remi tried to settle into the feeling of being washed so roughly, feeling his skin already reddening from the abrasiveness of the rag. "Mutant...bear.." He croaked, swallowing to try and lubricate his throat somewhat to try again. "In the woodlands." R ? M I Since you burned me at the stake, all of my feelings went away At least there’s no feelings in my way