follow my lead

remi The hours had probably bled into days, but given the lack of lighting (and clocks) Remi really couldn't tell. Without regular amounts of food he couldn't even judge the passing of time by his bodily functions, though that wasn't to say that Isla wasn't taking care of him, simply that when you were laying in a bed for days on end, your body tended to get a bit lazy. Though the visitors he'd received had been...interesting to say the least, they trouble was that he was still stuck in bed until Isla decided otherwise. Given how precarious he'd come in, and despite how well he pulled through surgery, she seemed quite happy to keep him around indefinitely. "Well it is about time." Remi said immediately watching the door swing open. Despite how grave Ronin looked about the whole ordeal, Remi was over the moon to see someone who wouldn't ask him complicated relationship questions or badger him about how he should not have attacked the bear. "I placed my lunch order hours ago."  The alchemist said, looking annoyed and sitting him with a sideways grin. "Really, the quality of the staff is in a real decline around here."