Velvet Snow

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Perhaps inappropriately, the alchemist reached out a hand to softly squeeze the bard's shoulder. It was perhaps a gesture too intimate for the unsteady peace that had persisted over the months, but it was clear that the Sage had been wounded and upset by what Remi had said, and the alchemist would rather have the bard react in anger, than to suffer alone. "You know how he is. How his mind...changes things." The alchemist said in a low voice. He didn't remember his whole relationship with Sam, but he knew enough to know that the bookmaker's mental traumas did significantly alter how he remembered conversations, or what he ended up taking away from them.

As the bard mentioned how far however, the alchemist started, his cheeks flushing slightly as he recalled what Sam had told him. The Mathair. The portal. The fae who died and those who stood guard. Clicking his teeth together Remi offered the ceiling a pained expression before ruffling a hand through his curls, dismay clear on his features.

"Something has indeed happened, though he asked me not to say anything. Wessex and Ronin know as well, for what that is worth." The point of that being that minds far more level-headed than his and Sam's were in the know as well, so it wasn't immediately irresponsible that Remi wasn't revealing the secret to the Sage. "But..." Swallowing, the alchemist gave a slow shake of his head. "Your worries are not unfounded."