Wasn't Expecting That

R E M I "And here I thought dragon sexing was now one of your skills." Remi quipped, before his eyes peered over the counter and he noticed the puddle of water Ronin was standing in. Hissing in a breath, the alchemist furrowed his brows and mumbled something under his breath clearly distressed he hadn't noticed his friend's condition sooner. Then again he had been a bit taken by the dragon. "Come, come." Remi ushered, wanting Ronin to follow until of course, the hatchling crawled up his arm and towards his pocket. Trying very hard not to recoil and shake the creature loose, Remi held his hands away from his sides and looked down as a silvery slip of tail wavered outside the pocket of his pants while simultaneously claws rummaged within. "Ah! Careful—" He cautioned the creature as if she would understand, lowering a hand defensively towards other meaty bits she might be taken by while she was in that area. "Well you need to get yourself into something dry and warm. And you—" He said, tapping gently on the outside of his pants, "—need something proper to eat." Trying to walk without moving the muscle of his leg at all so as not to disturb the pocket, he'd try to negotiate his way into the back of his shop where a fire was already roaring and where he could find (or make) something clean for Ronin to wear.