If you tasted poison

And if the sky grows heavy
Wrap your arms around me tight

If Remi was hoping that he'd be comforted by the confirmation that yes, he still had an arm, he'd be disappointed. Luckily though he was hoping for no such thing, and merely accepted the news with a vague grunt of pain and mucus.

As for next?

Thinking about it felt a bit like trying to stretch a muscle which had been severely damaged. You know you needed to, knew you were capable, but gods it hurt in a way that told your brain something was wrong. Wanting to curl in on himself and away from nexts and afters, Remi sighs reluctantly against Ronin. next? next I would like to wrap my arms around you, but until I am strong enough to do that...I do not know. Ronin could carry him down the mountain with ease. In a few hours Remi would likely be strong enough to hold on if Ronin flew, but..

..but..

..gods, he couldn't summon the energy to care.

lets stay here tonight. we can look at the stars, if there are any.

the lullaby

Styling stolen from Sky (obviously)