[se] see it for myself

he had eyes like rain & hair like waves
& a soul as vast and deep as the ocean

It wasn't the first time Remi had thanked the Voice for something. Strangely his interactions with the goddess had been...entirely pleasant. At least when compared to his encounters with the old gods. Still, it felt vaguely traitorous to be here, but really there was no reason for it. Ludo had told him to find a way to be cured, and the Voice had done that. Offering a thank you surely wasn't the sort of thing that would land him in trouble with the raggedy herald.

So he hoped anyway.

"Thank you. For what you did for me. For all of us." His gift, knowing that the Voice needed nothing from him in all likelihood, was a memory. Closing his eyes and holding out his hand, a small piece of metal appeared. It was singed and looked in rough shape, but that was the point. As a boy it was one of the first times Remi had learned about the properties of lightning, a storm having struck his wagon and broken off this piece from one of the wheels. The metal wouldn't last terribly long, this magic of his being more performative than useful, but that was the thing about gifts, wasn't it? The thought being the thing that mattered.

THE LULLABY

& i guess i didn't mind  d r o w n i n g  in him.