would that I could

i found cynicism, i found criticism
i've been zero to hero & i have been the villain

Offering the medic an imploring look, her words like a dangerously warm wind against the embers in his belly, Remi bites at the inside of his lip to keep the words on his tongue from spilling out: well, perhaps you'll have to remind me every now and then.

"Ah, well, I wouldn't know, would I?" Remi says, of being a duchess. "Besides, it couldn't have been all that. I'm sure you had to don a dress and go to some stuffy event at some time or another."

Her nod is both a relief as much as it is a disappointment, leaving Remi to reach for his shirt and tug it back on. Why he bothers he doesn't know, torn and dirty as it is. But he'll change before going home. 'Colourful but not dangerous. The opposite of most deadly animals, then." He chuckles. Then again as a manticore, he'd fairly blandly coloured for how deadly he is.

"No, back to Stormbreak likely." Remi says with a shake of his head. "I live there now." He adds with a grimace, still hating the way it sounded. "Though I'll still be in the Greatwood as often as it takes to finish things."