gold is the hand you press to her hip
oh darling,
She nods to him in response to Loren, wondering if she should meet up with him soon to try and figure out how all of that is going to work out. But instead, she listens while he bites the inside of his lip and begins to tell her about Ludo. Her hand continues to make idle circles along his back, soothing and gentle, calm and collected while he explains it. And before she knows it, she hums a quiet agreement to Remi. “It does. But the Rathskeller was a small amount cramped, and I didn’t enjoy being the one to open the door for a nearly dead Rory and Jigano.” She says wryly, recalling it. The blood, the gore, the darkness of the outdoors. The uncertainty of who lingered on the other side. At least this time, they had information at their disposal, code words to say.
She exhales a breath she doesn’t need in a small puff of sound before she nods to him, whether he can see it or not. “I think so. I’m going to try and take Bastien with me. He took well enough care of me last Longnight.” She hums playfully with a small roll of her shoulders. “I have more magic than I did then, though, so I think I feel a bit better about anything that might happen. As for you, if you’re leaving the Guild, I assume you’ll be leaving it in good hands?”
Because she can’t change Remi’s mind. Nor does she want to.
you'd even bleed preciously
REXANNA
