"We have our moments," the bard agreed, still struck by the strangeness of seeing such dark humor on the face of a man who had long been a source of optimism and sad smiles. Something had been lost to the world when Remi's edges had turned so jagged and hard. It remained to be seen what had been gained in its place, but Rory had a saying: Everything changes. It was as true of Remi - and their strange, oft-strained relationship as anyone else.
He tilted his head at the lack of interest in Amalia's new gifts, but it felt part and parcel with the alchemist's wish to distance himself from the world. And she had sought favors of the crafter of wonders as well, in the end, just as they all had in their ways. "Stability for a time would be... reassuring," he agreed ruefully. "The changes in the world tend to come so fast it can be hard to keep up. Torchline alone is full of enough new wonders to keep even my curious Guild busy for a time. I'm still getting used to just seeing the ocean, and wondering what's beneath it." He smiled wryly at his companion, sipping his own wine as he saw he was getting down to the last drops of it. "Have you devised a way to peek beneath the waves, or are keeping your feet on dry land for the time being?"
He tilted his head at the lack of interest in Amalia's new gifts, but it felt part and parcel with the alchemist's wish to distance himself from the world. And she had sought favors of the crafter of wonders as well, in the end, just as they all had in their ways. "Stability for a time would be... reassuring," he agreed ruefully. "The changes in the world tend to come so fast it can be hard to keep up. Torchline alone is full of enough new wonders to keep even my curious Guild busy for a time. I'm still getting used to just seeing the ocean, and wondering what's beneath it." He smiled wryly at his companion, sipping his own wine as he saw he was getting down to the last drops of it. "Have you devised a way to peek beneath the waves, or are keeping your feet on dry land for the time being?"