Secret Keeper

The tinkling of the bells overhead notified the alchemist that someone had entered. "Just a moment—" He called cheerily from the back room, though as Phoebe's voice wafted towards him immediately his smiling expression dimmed somewhat and he hurriedly put down the log he'd been holding. Indeed he'd identified the voice correctly, and as the alchemist appeared his pale eyes were wide with concern. He hadn't seen his friend since they'd spoken prior about all that had happened to them. Belatedly he'd wondered about the pretty midwife, but given all that they'd been through he wasn't particularly surprised that she still needed time and space to heal. Or at least that was what Remi had thought she'd been doing. Wiping his hands casually on his shirt (and leaving stains of dirt from the bark he'd been working with), Remi offered the woman a tentative smile. "Phoebe, is everything alright?" REMI So come on, get higher, loosen my lips, faith and desire and the swing of your hips Just pull me down hard and drown me in love