[PQ] better safe than sorry

WESSEX out of the night that covers me She doesn’t like to ask too much of Remi. Call it guilt for almost sucking him dry back in the Greatwood or feeling something akin to shame at being unable to do what he does (which is stupid, she doesn’t have magic, she never will, get over it). There’s just something about asking others to do something she wouldn’t, or can’t, that makes her feel… not great. In this case, she has to push it aside. There are some sensibilities that must stay at the forefront of her mind. She tilts her head to one side, looking at her poorly made (through no fault of Remi’s, it’s all her own rudimentary design) hideout and muses alound. “I’m not sure what you mean… Can you disguise it? Make it look and sound like the rest of the basement floor?” Then her palm immediately goes to her forehead. Duh. He can’t freaking see. “Ah, sorry. I can try and describe the color and texture of the ground…” she says while moving the rocks into the net. Then she gestures for Deimos to switch places with her, to hold up the other side of the alarm, while she ties the wire to it. The test will be when he lets go - will it hold or won’t it? black as the pit from pole to pole i thank whatever gods may be for my unconquerable soul