Secret Keeper

Gently the alchemists gaze settled on the young midwife as she fidgeted both internally and externally. "You are still young, and neither Northwind or Northaven were particularly keen on love." Keen on making babies yes, but love? Well, that was entirely unrelated. Lucky if you found it, but irrelevant overall if you did not. Sighing, Remi shrugged. Phoebe seemed to want to cling to the god's quest if only because it gave her a reason to seek out love. Perhaps there was nothing wrong with that, but it seemed...insincere somehow. Though truthfully, what would Remi know about it. He'd tripped and fallen haphazardly in love with Loren Launceleyn and look where he was now. "I understand." Remi said gently as Phoebe's voice ghosted to all but a whisper. He smiled warmly as his features turned thoughtful. Not wanting to pry as she mentioned her brother in the past-tense (she seemed upset enough about their current topic of conversation without bringing presumably missing family members into the mix), Remi leaned against the counter once again and sipped his tea. "I suppose I shall try and think if I can come up with anyone suitable. If not we might have to host a sort of...get together. Like we had back in Northaven and see what sort of candidates we find." The roster of single men that Remi knew here was quite low. There was Tristan, Deimos, Koel, Jigano, Bastien, Sam, Rory, Archebold and perhaps Kalt? Some of them would turn out to be not interested in women, not interested at all, or otherwise taken. There were also more that he had not yet met but who had turned up at the meeting Ronin had hosted. 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