quarter past midnight

R E M I "Jokes on you both, I guess." Remi chuckled in response to her having retained her magic. "Oh well. At least the club of whatever we are, hybrids I suppose, is growing." He says nudging her softly. Still though, the idea that Zariah could somehow trap someone like Rexanna through marriage? "She picked the wrong woman to mess with." Stifling a yawn against his shoulder, Remi glanced at the fire, noting just how much the wood had burned down. "I should go." He hums adoringly, wanting nothing more than to simply curl up as a raccoon or lion before the fire and fall asleep here. But there is Aoife to worry about, and Ronin too, if he returns home from the woods because what are timelines.