the monsters turned out to be just trees

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

Whether or not the alchemist would invoke divine intervention when it came to Aoife was up in the air at this point, but still he nodded. "Indeed. Luckily that is many years away now." The writer types with the smugness of knowing that precisely the opposite was the case.

Raising a brow at the summoner, a bit of life injecting back into his pale stare, Remi inclined his head slightly. "Unless you mean to tell me you were summoning all sorts of things this morning or that hugging me was really such a drain, I am sure new clothing would not be terribly difficult." The mention of the Spark bird had Remi hummed a nod of understanding. "I could. And..there is always me to ride if you do not want to conjure. I rode you, so I suppose it is only fair to return the favour." Remi added, clearing his throat and trying to will-away the slight blush rippling across his cheeks.