Worthless and Broken

Napping is what Remi was doing. Curled on the couch with the fire blazing merrily away in the hearth, the alchemist was cocooned in the quilt Phoebe had made as a wedding present (the one she'd given he and Ronin after her three-some gift). And so it was he'd meet the midwife with shirtless and with sleepy eyes as she barged into the guildhouse. Not that he minded, of course. Pushing himself up into a sitting position at the sound of the door-slamming and Phoebe's sobs, the alchemist immediately opened his arms to pull her close and draw her onto his lap so that he might wrap his blanketed-winged-arms around her. "Hey, shhh." He whispered softly, heart thudding an even rhythm in his chest. "What happened?" REMI I forgot what it was like, to think I found you finding me