Well Shit...

DEVRUM When feasible, one should always eat the rude. Fool...brashness of youth...grumbled curses was all Devrum could think about. A long, endless stream of curses he's yet to even use. Yet he sat, brooding and silent at the side of Remi 's bed. Thick fingers strummed together as he watched the young man resting. A bag of food resting under his chair, though he had half a mind to eat it...but it isn't for him. It was for the young man he had found himself hesitantly caring for. He was in good hands with Isla, he knew that much...her hands were just about as good as anyone could have dreamed, that much he was fully aware of. Devrum would lean over Remi's bedside and gently brush his hair aside and tuck his sheets better around him to secure him better in his bed. Had Remi woken, it would probably be in his best interest to fake sleeping unless he wanted his wounds re-opened by a man who is not so maternal, and would not look kindly on being exposed in his sliver of vulnerability. The bear man would step out of the room quietly and grab an extra pillow and sheet, tucking the sheet as another secure layer for the alchemist as he gently moved to sit Remi up to rest the other pillow beneath for added comfort. "Sorry if this wakes you, but you go on and get some more sleep...just...making things comfortable." He grumbled. While his intentions were genuinely sweet, Devrum lacked finesse and so his motions were gentle by his standard, but still relatively stiff even as he would move to rest Remi back onto the pillow. He'd dampen a rag and smack it 'gently' against Remi's cheek to clean him to an extent. "What happened?" Devrum finally asked, his tone curt as if he was intending to lecture the young man instead of coddle him...despite his actions speaking otherwise.

Remi did continue to sleep, for a time. The drugs Isla had given him (that he'd help make in fact) were quite powerful. The alchemist's body was happy to have the respite to try and heal itself, working off of the head start that Isla had given in. Even so, his skin had been badly torn and shredded by the bear's claws, and while it was true that Isla was skilled, there was only so much she could do with what she had at her disposal. Red flowers of blood blossomed through the bandages at his sides, and even as Devrum gently tucked the sheets around Remi's body, in his deep slumber Remi winced and moaned softly. As if from far, far away, the bear-mans voice drifted into Remi's slumbering subconcious, gently rousing and stirring him towards wakefulness. Lashes fluttering languidly, Remi squinted into the light of the room, turning his head slowly to see Devrum pulling back after having further tucked him into the bed. Wincing away from the not-so gentle feeling of the rag, Remi tried to recoil but found his ribcage entirely against the idea. With a soft gasp of pain, Remi tried to settle into the feeling of being washed so roughly, feeling his skin already reddening from the abrasiveness of the rag. "Mutant...bear.." He croaked, swallowing to try and lubricate his throat somewhat to try again. "In the woodlands." R ? M I Since you burned me at the stake, all of my feelings went away At least there’s no feelings in my way