even as i wander

for 1000 nights i've been a restless soul

"I didn't think of it that way, actually. That you...are under watch." Remi raises a brow at this, horrified and infinitely amused to think of Ronin being under anyone's thumb. Whereas in the Greatwood, the alchemist thought if he chose to leave there would be no one to stop him. No one with their arms crossed disapprovingly (or rags-crossed, as the case might be). But then, Remi could be more of a rule-follower than Ronin could in the right circumstances. It bothered him suddenly that the gods might be playing on their impulses and inclinations so much. Feathers flourished in his curls at the thought, his jaw setting stiffly as he flashed these thoughts to Ronin.

"I certainly think so. And you've a much better track record with goddesses than I do. So it would be in the best interest of everyone, really." Slinking his free hand up to capture Ronin's jaw, the alchemist swallows down a sigh of longing and unhappiness, focusing instead on the prospect of actually seeing his husband again.

Tugged to the ground, the alchemist can only chuckle. "Horny, hungry, and weird. Sounds about par for the course." Remi says, letting his head loll to the side to gaze at Ronin. "Are you sure this is a quest?" He asks with a laugh, interlacing his fingers through Ronin's and tugging the other man's ensnared hand to rest comfortably on his hip. "Two to go though. That doesn't sound so bad."