the monsters turned out to be just trees

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

Remi's brow furrowed gently, confusion melting over his boyish features. How do you really not know, he wanted to ask. But already today they'd gone from tentative hugs to hands on skin and fingers clasped so perhaps this step was simply one too much. It certainly didn't feel as though his soul could handle it, that his mind would make the right sort of choices in the moment. And so he gently nodded, swallowing down a lump of disappointment? relief? and merely sighed softly.

"I know." The alchemist said with a gentle nod, his fingers softly fumbling against one another as he balanced easily on the balls of his feet. "Well, the ravens will find Peter faster than I can, at any rate." Looking up towards the sky but not making a sound (not one Loren could hear anyways), a large raven suddenly descended down towards them, landing a few feet away. Producing canvas and charcoal, Remi glanced at Loren's hands for a moment and then decided perhaps it would be better if he wrote the note.

Diplomatic relations are taking longer than normal. Will be back in a few days, not to worry. With a glance towards the summoner for permission or approval, the alchemist offered the note to the raven, who took it within one of its talons. Looking into the creatures eyes, the alchemist imparted a description of Peter and the Launceleyn manor. With a cawww of understanding, the creature lifted itself from the pit and headed towards the Hollowed Grounds.