the worst that could happen

maybe i'm a runaway train, maybe i'm a feather in a hurricane

There's only a split second for Remi to look for Fiadh amidst the falling leaves and the basket falling toward him. Assuming she's inside, it's with a care he might not have otherwise shown that Remi catches the basket with both arms and wings. Wanting to ensure as little ricochet for the child as possible, he takes the impact in his chest and allows it to throw him backwards. Slightly winded as he is, Remi can immediately tell that Fiadh is not in the basket, whisking away whatever relief he'd started to feel.

Looking up sharply, the alchemist can't help the smile that twists onto his lips to see the girl dangling comically above him. "Of course I will." Tossing away the basket and positioning himself beneath Fiadh, Remi extends his fingers up toward her as his heart tries to find a steadier rhythm now that he knows the girl is okay.

THE LULLABY

maybe it's a long gray game, but maybe that's a good thing