follow my lead

remi "Not to mention my newfound skill to take on monsters and not die?" Remi droned back dryly. Though as far as things went, Remi would much prefer to be associated with Ronin's particular brand of nonsense than whatever he'd inadvertently got himself into with Bastien. Remi gave Ronin an entirely obvious look of salacious skepticism as Ronin gestured to the size with his hands, his brows raising slightly as he grinned. "Ahh sure. That old standard, big enough for a fish to be comfortable, but small enough to carry. Got it." He snorted, not doubting the seriousness of this proposal even for a moment despite how odd the request was. That Isla had greenlighted this adventure was entirely implausible, but it was good enough for Remi. "Well then. If you are the strong, brave, and heroic one, I suppose that leaves me just to be the clever, good-looking one." With a muffled sort of groan, Remi gripped at Ronin's shoulder so that he could swing his legs out of the bed. Wearing just the hospital gown he was in was obviously no good for this venture, and the clothes Vai had made for him were now shredded. With a shrug, Remi tugged at his magic, suddenly replacing the meager bedclothes he was in with warm outerwear, not dissimilar to what Ronin was wearing. "Even with Isla's ..ah..permission, there are still lots of other patients here. We should probably leave quietly yes?"