BASTIEN
At least healing him meant Remi was likely not dead, or at least Bastien hoped so. The Alchemist had always seemed quite hardy, able to withstand whatever it was the world threw at him - which was rather a lot. Surprised at just how deeply he felt about the young man's life Bastien resolved to speak to him more often, invite him over. After all, Remi had been his first friend in the Hollowed Grounds, a smile and a helping hand when he had had none.
Rexanna was quiet about Ronin, about the benefits of such an experience; Bastien did not push. He did not know all the details of Rexanna's childrens deaths...and did not care to know, unless she had to share them for her own peace of mind. Such things clogged up the brain with sorrow and it was not his place to know.
For all of her planning and wisdom, her almost childish statement that she'd expected everything to be fine drew a sad smile from Bastien. He kissed her head as she leaned closer. "When is anything fine here? I don't think we've ever gone a season without some disaster. It is like people say: it is a curse to live in exciting times." There was something to say about all the hardship they'd been through, at least; those that survived were strong and close, bonded by something tested with fire and force.
Stones crunching beneath their feet on the bits of path that dotted around the fields, for a while Bastien did not say anything. Just hoped the gentle sway of the grass in the wind might heal Rexanna, if only a little. When he did speak again, it was a question resulting of a long train of thought. "...Do you think Safrin will revive Aoife? After all, she is fond of Ronin, is she not?"
Rexanna was quiet about Ronin, about the benefits of such an experience; Bastien did not push. He did not know all the details of Rexanna's childrens deaths...and did not care to know, unless she had to share them for her own peace of mind. Such things clogged up the brain with sorrow and it was not his place to know.
For all of her planning and wisdom, her almost childish statement that she'd expected everything to be fine drew a sad smile from Bastien. He kissed her head as she leaned closer. "When is anything fine here? I don't think we've ever gone a season without some disaster. It is like people say: it is a curse to live in exciting times." There was something to say about all the hardship they'd been through, at least; those that survived were strong and close, bonded by something tested with fire and force.
Stones crunching beneath their feet on the bits of path that dotted around the fields, for a while Bastien did not say anything. Just hoped the gentle sway of the grass in the wind might heal Rexanna, if only a little. When he did speak again, it was a question resulting of a long train of thought. "...Do you think Safrin will revive Aoife? After all, she is fond of Ronin, is she not?"
And nothing matters when we're dancing
In tatter-tatters you're entrancing
Base Code by Sky!
