Only a Look and a Voice

it was all dead end roads, heaven knows

Remi bit the inside of his cheek and offered his friend a thoughtful, if not entirely convinced, shrug. Running his fingertips over his eyes and then grinding his palms pleasurably against his eye sockets, he let his fingers curl up through his curls. "If my track record holds, I will likely find a new way to get myself into trouble should that happen." He replied with a wry chuckle.

Letting his fingers splay out into the grasses, Remi tugged in a breath and held it for a moment. "She...she has a way about her." Was all the alchemist could really say. He didn't have the words to describe the strange feeling that came over him in her presence (magic, it turned out), and he always felt quite befuddled whenever she left. "I do not know...she is very powerful, and she has experience doing this, whereas...well, no one else here really does...I am not sure who could stop her, or how."