[SEASONAL EVENT] empty chairs at empty tables

Remi nodded distantly. He’d never lost anyone before, not like this anyways. He didn’t know what it was to worry about a proper send off, or to need the burial or cremation to somehow be a fitting tribute to the one you’d lost. Remi’s lips twitched slightly, as he looked down at Aoife. “There is probably too much Vanya in her. All Vanya, really, given how beautiful she is.” The alchemist said, smiling down at the baby before turning to look towards Ronin. His smile faltered, grief pulling his lips down. Nodding, Remi tried to consider. “Will you want it to be just us? Or ..” Asking if there needed to be an invitation somehow sounded far too upbeat. And really, who else new Vanya? Many new of her tangentially, but given that none of her family seemed to have made it, anyone who would come along would probably only do so for Ronin’s sake, and Remi wasn’t sure that was what the guildmaster wanted. remi Don't pretend it's such a mystery Think about the place where you first met me