the monsters turned out to be just trees

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

Remi hummed under his breath as he ran his fingers softly through the luxere's fur. "She probably thinks she is the one doing it. What with all of Ronin's tales of heroism, a mother who looks down at her from the stars, and a goddess who placed starlight in her eyes." The alchemist chuckled, pulling in a breath and softly sighing it out.

Nodding belatedly at Loren's appreciation, the alchemist glanced at him, eyes moving from his feet and then upwards. "You could change your clothes, if they are that wet. I cannot say with any certainty how long it will take. It depends entirely on the woods. Or we could fly?"