quarter past midnight

R E M I "More complicated." The alchemist chuckles hollowly. "For a god? The god of life?" He adds, brow raised. Complications were surely mortal notions and even if not, how could this be the sort of thing that weighed too heavily on a gods abilities? Glancing back over his shoulder, he smiles warmly at her invitation. Never one to turn down a hug, the alchemist rises slightly and turns. Easily he wraps his arms around her, taking care not to jostle the bandages she's put on too much. It is a good thing the fire behind him warms his skin, for shirtless as he is, he notes almost immediately the lack of warmth radiating off of his friend. But no matter, he's been friends (and lovers) with enough of the ascended to not be bothered by this. Letting his head fall against the crest of her neck, the alchemist sighs pulling the Penumbra close. "Thank you. I cannot tell you how much that means just now. It feels as though...well. Sometimes it feels as though those who say that lately use it against me." He confides softly, thinking of course of Loren.