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remi Took a fall from a windy height, I only knew how to hold on tight & pray for love enough to last all night On the way back from the 'jail', Remi had taken the time to create a bandage for his wrist out of cloth. The skin was only burned slightly, but the muscles were sore and tight from having been shocked with such a powerful bolt of electricity. Though Ronin had pointed out before that Remi was stronger than Zariah, she needled right to the heart of all his insecurities when he was in Northaven, and her exploitation of those still frayed emotions was nearly seamless. And so, with a weary sigh after having done Zariah's bidding once again, Remi slowly unlocked the door to the guildhouse (which was slowly coming back into focus). Walking into the kitchen, the alchemist unwrapped his wrist and placed it in some cool water. It made him wince, but the temperature was soothing just the same. "Sugar?" He called softly over his shoulder, unsure if the dragonling was in her den, or somewhere off with Ronin. If it was the former though, he'd gladly take some ice to put under the bandage.