"You...say that as if your body was...acting on its own." Remi said a touch skeptically, though given his divisive ignorance when it came to women, his tone was humbled by all he knew he didn't know. Still, even if it was true, the alchemist couldn't help but want to commend Phoebe's body on its wisdom; an unplanned pregnancy at 19, with the barrier having just fallen with a boy who she was sure hated her only weeks ago seemed less than ideal.
But then again what did he know.
"Ahh—" Remi began, her words at least striking back in the vicinity of things which he did understand...at least until she mentioned Frey. Stiffening against her, for a moment his fingers ceased their vertical patterns pausing near her shoulder blades as his brow furrowed. "....as long as you are alright." He said simply, fingers tangling anew in her hair.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
