The nose knows, maybe.

Naked arms, his secrets still like songs I never learned Though Remi is, of course, reluctant to accept her praise, her hug he welcomes with (literal) open arms. Leaning down to properly bury his head against the crook of her neck and the tangle of her braid and all the errant strands floating like a halo around her head, Remi hummed a note of happiness against her. What else can you do? "For you?" Remi muses, head lolling boyish to the side as he offers the woman he cannot see a bright and radiant smile. "Anything. Well—" The alchemist pauses to clarify with a titter of laughter. "Almost anything, I think." He actually hadn't found a limit to what he could create as of yet, and though while he would like to promise the baker the moon and stars and anything else she might want, humble upbringings kept his tongue in check. Grinning at Amalia's various suggestions, Remi just nods. Those in fact, all seem like things he could reasonably do. The notion of healing though, sobers his smile somewhat even as the dimples in his cheeks deepen. "I am not sure how strong I can make it...but yes, I think I can do that..." Reaching a hand out, his fingers fumble to locate the staff and then spider-walk their way towards the antlers. Closing his eyes and exhaling a gentle stream of air, Remi focuses and concentrates. For a moment there is a bright pearl of light that glistens with an opalescent radiance. Creation complete, Remi transfuses this new item in the heartwood of the staff where it will be strongest. Beads of sweat begin to prickle near his hair line, and as the magic courses through him, lines of effort appear on his brow. Still, there is a faint smile on his lips as he works, his eyes eventually fluttering open as the light ceases.