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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 Greatfully Remi held his arm out. As he watched Ronin neatly secure the dressing, Remi was reminded of the person that Ronin had once been, that he was still in all likelihood. A soldier. A noble. Someone who knew a thing or two about politics. Who could make a difference. "Something tells me it would not be your first time inside of a jail cell." Remi said, his tone bordering on teasing but his expression still softly serious. "She said that it would be for the good of everyone ... and ... we had them in Northwind and Northaven. It did not seem like such a terrible idea." Flashing Ronin a look of uncertainty as his hands clasped Remi's shoulders, the alchemist flexed his wounded hand for a moment before placing it against Ronin's forearm. "Outside before, by the notice. Before Amalia left she said to meet in the basement of her bakery. I think she is planning something."