what we leave behind

Remi was slouched against the hearth with Aoife nestled against his chest. He still hadn't bothered changing his clothes, and the blood and dirt hardly seemed to bother the infant. With large hands protectively on her back, the pair dozed in the warm heat of the fire, slumbering through whatever time of day it was. Remi had blocked out the windows with some quick magical work, and other than making sure both Aoife and Sugar were fed, he had done little else other than replay a silent stream of memories of Ronin behind his closed eyes. The sound of Vai's voice roused him immediately, and rather than the biting aggression that Sam's voice had spurned in him, the the sound of the witch's voice was like a balm on the wounds he hadn't ever bothered to address. "In here—" Remi called softly, his voice hoarse and like sandpaper. R Ǝ M I How dare you say it's nothing to me baby, you're the only light I ever saw