NATE
It takes a moment for Nate to actually connect the word Mathair to anything, fae business as far from his mind as he can manage, save for the occasional bout of panicked paranoia. Interesting. ”Do you think they’d forgive the initial uh... attack, if you found her again?” It’s a question beyond Remi’s scope, he’s sure, but there’s no harm in asking.
Sinking onto the bed next to Remi, Nate doesn’t bother to hide the relief that slumps his shoulders, his hand returning to its newfound perch on the alchemists shoulder. ”Good to know.” Nodding, Nate chuckles at the mention of Ronin, his head cocking. ”I wouldn’t have thought he’d be handy with that kind of stuff.” Not that it’s necessarily difficult to accept either, Nate nodding to himself.
Sinking onto the bed next to Remi, Nate doesn’t bother to hide the relief that slumps his shoulders, his hand returning to its newfound perch on the alchemists shoulder. ”Good to know.” Nodding, Nate chuckles at the mention of Ronin, his head cocking. ”I wouldn’t have thought he’d be handy with that kind of stuff.” Not that it’s necessarily difficult to accept either, Nate nodding to himself.
But I know that time's gonna take me
I know that day's gonna come
I know that day's gonna come
