go by feel

This scar I can't reverse, when the more it heals the worse it hurts

Remi wasn't often in the habit of chewing his nails, and yet at some point between dawn and now, he'd nearly nibbled half of them down to the quick. He could have used Ianto or Vai to make his journey quicker, but something about the taxing flight felt appropriate given the news he was about to deliver. That in itself was strange: he and Isla were not together in any sense of the word, and yet he felt almost as guilty thinking of Isla, as he had with Ronin when it came to his and Hotaru's unborn child.

Arriving without even a hint of sweat save for that which the hot sun cast over him, Remi lands near the Temple expecting to find the medic inside. If she wasn't, he would try her home. If not there, then...well. He'd likely idly linger until she returned back to one of those locations. Sending a letter ahead seemed far too dramatic. What would he even say? WE NeEd To TaLk?

Now looking at the Temple door, the alchemist frowns, rethinking this (and just about every other) decision he had made as of late. Pressing his teeth together and letting his wings fold back against his skin, Remi opens the door and makes his way into the darkened inner halls, looking for the medic.

REMI