the monsters turned out to be just trees

hope keeps us breathing, just to kill us in the end

Thinking was all the Launceleyn would get; the alchemist's expression softly defiant as his chin tilted slightly as if he meant to shake his head no.

"Well maybe if you had some meat on your bones so that you did not need to be so bundled up you would actually feel it." The alchemist protested. Amusement rose shakily calling into question whether the roses on his cheeks were really from the cold or not. "Besides, knowing you, this is all probably just some illusion anyways to avoid actually being touched." Remi added, making a show of scrutinizing Loren's face as if he might find some illusory-tell there.