so fragile yet so devious

and my heart ran away with me

"Yes, yes." Remi concedes with a patient roll of his eyes. Her concern strikes that same joyful/agony chord in his soul, but at least he's finding his smiles for her are easier to come by. "If you were a baby bird, you would get no help and would be left to die if you failed." The alchemist points out knowledgable, and perhaps just a touch sinisterly.

But then Isla is stepping off, and though it's clumsy, the euphoria he feels at seeing her fly on her own like this, fills him so completely that he can't help but laugh. "If by it, you mean flapping around, then yes, you certainly are." Remi agrees through a smile nearly so wide it's hard to speak. "But you are meant to be flying, not flapping." He adds, tugging slightly on her hands that she might set her sights a bit higher and join him higher in the sky.

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Styling stolen from Sky (obviously)